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

glanced at Dylan, curiosity

the Ferguson family, learning business since he was a kid. Sure, he could fight, but that was just because his

a calm, cold

yelped and scrambled in, looking like a terrified dog, desperate not to make

what she'd just seen. It was like something had zipped right past her feet. Grayson hovered near the fire.

shrank down, trying to make

as flat as before. He took Clara's

ghost. When Dylan sat down by

on, spill-how many people has he

looked like he might faint. How could she say that right in front of Dylan?

then ducked his head. “I don't know anything.

little shake. “Dylan, you ask him. If he lies, do

wandering fingers under

did