Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 882

Clara peeled back the sheets one by one until only the mattress was left. And there it was the ring she knew all too well.

She froze, almost wishing she was just imagining things.

Dylan sat at the edge of the bed, silent.

Clara swallowed hard and picked up the ring, holding it close to her eyes, checking every detail.

No doubt about it. It was Z's ring.

She shot Dylan a look, something flickering in her eyes before she could hide it.

The air felt thick between them. Neither said a word.

Clara didn't bother breaking the silence. She started going through every drawer in the nightstand, searching until, in the very bottom one, she found it—the red bean bracelet.

She just stared, paralyzed. The bracelet made her eyes sting with tears.

Maybe she could tell herself the ring was just something Dylan found by accident. But the bracelet? No way.

Z loved that bracelet. He wore it every time she went to see him. She still remembered all the sweet promises she'd made, telling him as long as the bracelet was around, there was still hope for the two of them.

Clara's face went ghost-white as she looked at Dylan, completely at a loss.

Blowing up that whole hillside proved he didn't care what happened next-like he wanted to drag everyone down

forced her into

deep, shaky breath and threw the bracelet at him,

it.

both hit him square on

fluttered closed. Her voice cracked as she demanded,

the word made her feel

was Dylan's doing, then what did that make her? Still tangled up with him, still falling

Did you have anything to do with Z's disappearance? Dylan,

Oddly

like a secret hed Been hiding

stared down at the blanket on

closer and

a thin robe, skin pale and

made her angrier.

down at him.

as she looked him

wouldn't meet her gaze, looking away

hit her like a

face went even paler as she stumbled back, putting distance between

stayed there on the