Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 839

Clara couldn't say for sure if she even understood Dylan. His feelings for her had always burned hot, but there was something about them that never quite made

sense.

She couldn't remember how it all started-how he'd first begun to care for her.

A dull ache throbbed at the back of her skull as her eyes locked onto something carved into the wall of the rundown house. The scratchy letters were almost hidden by grime and time.

Just two clumsy words: "Senior Brother."

The carving looked old, the lines uneven and shaky. She must have done it

herself, probably back when her vision was so bad she could barely see what she

was doing. Now, if she squinted, she could just make out the words.

Clara drew in a deep breath. She'd always wondered: who was this "Senior Brother" anyway?

She'd known about him for years. But whenever she'd asked Ryan or Simon, they both looked blank. No one seemed to know anything.

Sometimes, she even doubted if he was real at all.

existed. He'd saved her when

promised him, back then, that when she grew up, she'd marry him and stay with him

words now, it felt like a memory from someone else's

met, right? It was at that underground fight club. You made a killing. I bet alongside

a look, flexing her fist. "Call him a

what about that guy? Weren't you searching for someone? You spent a ton of money, went a little crazy. Honestly, that's the only reason you'd even risk going to a place like that. The North American underground scene

brows lifted. As he spoke, bits and pieces of that night started

more," she

you kept winning. Said you needed the money. I'm guessing you paid off some people at the

ever tell you his name?" she

Grayson glanced up, catching sight of a man stepping outside. He fell quiet

see it-Grayson's courage came and went, depending on

breath and started pacing around the outpost, just in case there were

circling once, she realized it was

back when Grayson

started something, but instead, Dylan was

snake, the deadlier the poison.

went pale. "Did

tiny puncture marks on his palm, blood

and said, "It's nothing."