Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 820

Clara pulled Dylan onto the bed, her fingers brushing against his damp hair. She raised an eyebrow. “You took a shower before coming over?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his head away, silent as ever.

Clara sighed. This guy was impossible—so repressed and stubborn.

Fine. If Dylan wouldn’t talk, she had other ways to get him to open up. Words didn’t work on him, but she was pretty sure her tongue would.

And just like that, the second she kissed him, he gave in.

His eyes darkened, hands finding her waist. He hesitated for a few seconds before finally murmuring, “What is it you want to ask me so badly?”

She was really going above and beyond just to get an answer out of him.

Everything after that just happened naturally. When Clara took the lead, Dylan never stood a chance.

Honestly, it wasn’t even about refusing—he couldn’t think straight, let alone say no.

By the time they finally came up for air, the sky outside was already turning pale with morning light.

Clara was exhausted. She rolled over and yawned. “Let me sleep first. I’ll ask you later.”

Dylan lay beside her, pulling her closer, pressing a kiss into her hair.

She fell asleep almost instantly. Lately, her dreams had been relentless—especially after that showdown with Simon. The memories kept looping in her mind, leaving her restless.

In her dreams, there was always someone who made her feel safe and warm. That comfort, though, always felt like it was hiding under layers of secrets, making her shiver even as she tried to hold onto it.

She dreamed again that night.

She was somewhere hot and sticky, wounded, everything around her hazy.

In the dream, her mentor had thrown her into a survival test—fifteen days alone. If she made it, she’d prove herself.

She remembered overhearing her older brother’s voice: “Does it have to be like this? She’s just a kid.”

But her eyes hurt, she couldn’t see, and the place was crawling with poisonous bugs. Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“Ben, I don’t get it. Why does our mentor do this to us? Why is it so dangerous? And why did you come here too?”

He still didn’t say anything, just pressed some food into her hand. Her stomach settled, and with his hand guiding her, she kept moving, step by step.

That night, Ben was quieter than ever, but his silence made her feel safe.

He was strong enough to handle every wild animal, even roasted some meat for her over the fire. She cried again, swearing up at the sky that one day, she’d marry him.

He never said a word, like someone had taken away his voice.

So different from the gentle, teasing Ben she remembered.

For three whole days, he led her through the wilderness. Even though she was weak from the poison, barely conscious, she remembers saying all kinds of silly things—promising to love him forever, to marry him when they got out and grew up.

She was just a kid, saying childish things. But someone out there took her at her word.