Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 832

Chapter 832

He didn't say anything, just kept moving ahead with that steady, silent confidence of his.

They walked all morning, the trees growing thicker around them, sunlight barely making it through the tangle of leaves overhead. Clara was about to ask if there were any berries or fruit they could eat out here, but then Dylan suddenly stopped. "What is it?" she whispered.

"Someone's here," he replied.

Before she could even process that, gunshots broke the silence.

Clara dove to the side, pressing herself close to him. "How many?" she hissed. "Around a dozen. Stay alert."

Clara carefully peeked out from behind a tree. She saw a group of tough-looking people fighting over supplies-not the kind of scene she wanted to get tangled up in, not after the mess from last night. She pointed to a narrow path off to the side, signaling Dylan to go that way. But he just stood there.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He hesitated, jaw tight. "That's the way I want to go."

definitely seemed to have a destination

let's circle around," she

a bullet hit the dirt right at

fighting each other turned their focus-now that there was a third party, they decided to join forces against

coming with you,"

on autopilot-dodging, weaving, reacting faster


like miles, until Clara spotted a tree ahead. Its trunk was marked with old bullet holes,

at a glance that those were bullet wounds? Judging by how the tree had swallowed up the metal,

brushing the bark. The second she touched it, sharp pain stabbed

everywhere. She was fighting to survive,

had rescued her

flickered by too fast to catch. Her hand trembled, and

close, about to say something, but she spoke

of a smile

the blurry figure in her memory wasn't Dylan

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