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."

raised an eyebrow. He definitely seemed to have a destination in mind, and nothing was going to change

then let's circle around,"

words out before a bullet hit the dirt right

focus-now that there was a third party, they decided

want, I'm coming with you," she said, breaking into a run

to move on autopilot-dodging, weaving, reacting faster than their minds could keep up


ran for what felt like miles, until Clara spotted a tree ahead. Its trunk was marked with

at a glance that those were bullet wounds? Judging by how the

bark. The second she touched it, sharp pain stabbed through her

like this. Danger everywhere. She was fighting to survive,

had rescued her back

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

close, about to say something, but she spoke

of a smile played

just went quiet, because the blurry figure in her memory

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