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.

in front of her-was proof. He had existed. He'd saved her when she was nearly dead, nursed her back to health for

when she grew up, she'd marry him and stay with him

those words now, it felt like a memory from someone else's life. She couldn't

"Hey... about that guy you used to like whatever happened to him? You probably don't remember how we met, right? It was at that underground fight club. You made a killing. I bet alongside you, made out pretty well too. You mentioned you liked someone, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't that

shot him a look, flexing her fist. "Call him a jinx one more time and

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 is a mess. If I hadn't had the Bolton family behind me, there's no way I'd have left with all that cash. I still

and pieces of that night started

more," she

chin. "What else is there? You were kind of out of it, but you kept winning. Said you needed the money. I'm guessing you paid off some people at the club to

tell you his name?"

but—” Grayson glanced up, catching sight of a man stepping outside. He fell

came and

around the outpost, just in

she realized it was just the three

head back when Grayson suddenly let out

half-expecting Dylan to have started something, but instead, Dylan was holding

snake, the deadlier the poison. And the

pale.

his side, spotting two tiny puncture marks

it away, and said, "It's nothing." Yeah,