Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 712

Clara got to her feet, her mind replaying flashes of the first time she’d met Charles. Strangely, though, in all those scattered memories, the person she’d grown closest to in recent days was missing.

She looked over at Charles and grinned. “Bro, are we going or not?”

To Charles, Clara could never be anything but adorable. As long as she still called him “brother,” she was the best little sister in the world.

“Of course we’re going!” Charles put on a dramatic pout. “I brought the helicopter, you know—the one you said should be covered in jewels? I actually did it! And you’re not even going to compliment me? I’m heartbroken!”

When Clara and the others stepped outside, they were nearly blinded by the helicopter waiting for them. Under the glow of the setting sun, the diamonds encrusted on the chopper sparkled like crazy.

Clara couldn’t help but rub her eyes. “We’re really… taking that thing?”

“Obviously! Isn’t it awesome?” Charles asked, suddenly sounding a little unsure.

Clara’s lips twitched as she headed for the helicopter. “It’s gorgeous. Anything from you is the best.”

Ryan, watching all this from the side, felt a weird pang in his chest. Why were Clara and this guy so close? Who was he, anyway?

He drew in a breath, just about to follow them, when Clara stopped him. “Emily’s coming with us. Ryan, you stay here.”

Ryan froze, his face going pale. He looked down. “Are you worried I’ll hold you back?”

Clara, feeling a bit sleepy, yawned. “Just go home, Ryan. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

Ryan didn’t say a word. He just turned and walked away.

Charles got into the pilot’s seat and pulled on his headset. “He’s mad, you know. Aren’t you going to chase after him? Isn’t he your little brother?”

Clara leaned back, her eyes distant. “He’ll have to grow up sometime.”

Emily squeezed into the back with two huge dogs, doing her best to make herself as small as possible. The dogs took up so much space that she had to keep her knees pressed tightly together, barely daring to move.

She’d noticed the battered men lying in the yard, and the blood still on the dogs’ mouths. Shivering, Emily shrank back even further, wishing she could just vanish.

Clara stared out at the fiery sunset, her eyes catching the last light before she rubbed her head.

“Hey, sis, are you feeling okay?” Charles asked.

“Not really. I feel kind of off, like I’m a machine that keeps short-circuiting. One minute I’m fine, the next I’m not.”

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