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."

an eyebrow. He definitely seemed to have a destination in mind, and

let's circle around,"

barely got the words out before a bullet hit the dirt right

that there was a third party,

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

seemed to move on autopilot-dodging, weaving, reacting faster than their minds


was marked with old bullet holes, the metal buried deep-just the

strange-how could she tell at a glance that those were bullet wounds? Judging by how

brushing the bark. The second she touched it, sharp pain stabbed through her head-memories flashing behind

just like this. Danger everywhere. She was

rescued her

too fast to catch. Her hand

but she spoke first.

smile played at

went quiet, because the blurry

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