Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 836

Clara had noticed that restless shadow pacing outside for a while now. She couldn't help herself—she got up and walked out. "Hey, what's with all the lurking? I saved your life, remember? Not even a thank you? And how exactly do you know me, anyway?”

Grayson went white as a sheet and stumbled back a good ten feet. “Clara, please, don't talk to me.”

He remembered that one reckless moment-hugging her out of excitement—and how it almost got him killed.

Now, just seeing that man inside, even if he didn't say a word, Grayson was convinced the guy had already thought up a hundred ways to end him. The guy was terrifying. Back at the fight club, he'd taken on ten top fighters at once. No one thought he'd win. People bet so much, some nearly lost the shirts off their backs.

Clara was even more curious now. She picked up her gun and pointed it at him. “Get in here. Or I swear, I'll shoot."

Grayson's scalp tingled in fear. When had Clara become just as scary as that guy?

He dropped into a crouch, refusing to move any closer. "No way. You'd have to shoot me to get me in there. How can you stand being around him? Don't you know how many people he's killed? Just looking at him freaks me out."

Right then, footsteps echoed from inside. Dylan stepped out.

screamed. He scrambled backwards, almost tripping over

Dylan, curiosity burning

since he was a kid. Sure, he could fight, but that was just because his family paid for it. Everything he knew was learned in boardrooms, not on the streets. So why was Grayson

with a calm,

a terrified dog, desperate not to make Dylan mad by being

barely believe what she'd just seen. It was like something had zipped right past her feet. Grayson hovered near the fire. From outside, Clara called, "You sure you don't know him? He seems to remember you really

trying

as flat as before. He took Clara's hand and led her back to the

still pale as a ghost. When Dylan sat down by the fire too, Grayson lost

his face. "Come on, spill-how many people has he killed? Why are you

might faint. How could she say that right in front of Dylan? Everyone knew Dylan

risked a sideways glance at Dylan, then ducked his head.

flopped into Dylan's arms, giving him a little shake. “Dylan, you ask him. If he lies,

didn't even look at her. He just caught her wandering fingers under

he did