Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 837

He kept his head down, too scared to look at anyone. He dropped to his knees and shuffled backward until his back hit the cold stone wall. His voice trembled as he yelled, "If you want to kill someone, kill her! Don't kill me! I swear, I wasn't the one who slapped you!"

Before the words were even out of his mouth, a surprisingly gentle voice spoke up. It was the man. "Why did you hit me, all of a sudden?"

He sounded honestly confused, not the tiniest bit angry about being slapped-just like he genuinely wanted to know. It was almost as if, if Clara could give him a reason, he'd let her slap him a few more times, no questions asked.

Grayson wondered if he was hearing things. Seriously? The Grim Reaper gets smacked and just... takes it?

Clara, eyes closed, didn't bother answering. She turned away, trying to pull her hand out of his grip.

Dylan held on, his fingers tight around hers. "Are you mad?" he asked quietly.

He hadn't said much these past few days, mostly just sitting silently beside her, only speaking when she needed him to do something.

Clara worried he was getting more and more closed off, but she hadn't managed to hold back just now.

"Dylan, we're going to be stuck here for a few more days. Why don't you take some time to think things through? If you want, you can tell me what's going on with you. There's no rush."

He pressed his lips together, then finally let go of her hand.

Grayson was still kneeling in the corner, glancing back and forth between them. Suddenly, everything made sense these two were a couple.

the Grim

Wasn't he almost killed by the Grim

started. The Grim Reaper

weren't pitch- black outside and basically suicide to go out there alone, he'd have bolted

sun came up, he was out of

the fire, silent

to step

and grabbed her

off. "I'm just going out for a

"No, no, I'll go! I'll give you

eyes narrowed. She shook off Dylan's hand

tell me," she demanded, "what did you mean by 'he's killed a lot of people'?

down, peeking

back to Dylan, so she couldn't see his face, but from Grayson's angle, Dylan's expression

didn't dare say a word. At this point, getting knocked out by Clara would be better than getting tortured by the

him over, sending him sprawling on the ground. "So you're afraid of him torturing you,

better make it quick, because when my brother

the threat, not with Dylan right

ghostly pale, lips pressed tight, and he turned

crouched down next to him, a little smile tugging at her lips. "Funny you should mention your brother. I know him, too. I'm stronger than he is. So no, I'm