Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 400

The guy who'd been stabbed was already down, twitching a bit before going completely still on the ground. The other three guys stepped back nervously—one even fumbled for his phone to call for help.

"Are you nuts?" the man in the hat snapped, knocking the phone out of his hand. "We're kidnappers! If you call the cops, we're toast!"

"Boss, he's dead! This woman’s crazy!"

Blood from the fallen man had splattered onto Clara's shoes. She looked up, her face icy and detached, with blood smears on her cheeks that made her look seriously terrifying. The guy in the hat went pale, grabbing a stick off the ground like it could actually protect him.

"Stay away!!"

The guy with the phone picked it up again, this time actually making the call.

Clara clutched the fruit knife in her hand, standing her ground for what felt like forever, until her body was stiff from the tension. Eventually, the men bolted, speeding off in their car.

By the time the wailing sirens pierced the air, it was just her and the dead guy left. It wasn't until they cuffed her that she felt the numbness lift, like she was waking up.

"It was self-defense," she said, her voice calm despite the angry red handprint on her cheek.

The cop who recognized her looked exasperated. "Ms. Clara, not again."