Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 682

Dylan pushed open the storage room door. The light was still on. Clara was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes closed.

A sharp pang hit his chest. “Clara?”

She opened her eyes slowly, rubbing her temples. “Hey, you’re done with work?”

Dylan reached out his hand, motioning for her to come over.

She walked over and hooked her fingers through his.

He led her out. “Didn’t I tell you? If someone mouths off at you, don’t just take it. Give it right back.”

“She didn’t say anything,” Clara mumbled.

They stepped into the master bedroom, all understated luxury. Clara grabbed one of Dylan’s pajama shirts and disappeared into the bathroom.

The shower started up almost immediately.

Dylan lingered outside the door. “Are you upset? Did something get to you?”

Inside, Clara stared at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized her own reflection.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled out that photo again.

Every time she looked at it, her head throbbed so badly she wanted to scream.

She shoved the photo away, rushed through her shower, then crawled under the covers without another word.

Dylan sat down at the edge of the bed, took her wrist gently, and kissed the back of her hand. “I’ve already taken care of it. Next time something happens, call me right away.”

“I don’t have a phone,” she reminded him quietly.

Oh, right. Before she went missing, he’d been so paranoid he’d even taken her phone away.

His lashes fluttered. “I’ll have someone bring you a new one tomorrow.”

Clara nodded, looking exhausted. She closed her eyes, her voice soft. “I just want to sleep, okay?”

Dylan watched her for a moment, then nodded.

He went to shower. When he came back, she was already fast asleep, her eyelashes perfectly still.

He couldn’t sleep—never could, not in the Ferguson house.

Clara didn’t sleep well either. She twisted restlessly, caught in a dream that felt both strange and achingly familiar.

A gentle voice echoed in her mind.

“Clara, want to play a game? If you can hold a squat for an hour, I’ll take you out for candied fruit, okay?”

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