Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 835

Dylan glanced at him for a few seconds, then looked away, totally uninterested. “Never seen him before.”

Clara was even more confused. Never seen him before?

Then why was this guy so scared of him?

Grayson tried to put on a brave face, but he was still kneeling on the ground, frozen with fear.

Clara saw how rattled he was and couldn’t help herself. “Why don’t you drag those bodies a little farther away and take a breather before coming back in?”

Grayson was out of the cave in a flash, practically crawling on his knees—faster than a snake.

Clara heard the noise outside and figured he was moving the bodies. She leaned back against the wall, settling in for a little rest.

After dragging the corpses about a hundred meters away, Grayson hovered at the cave entrance, not daring to step inside again.

He’d already finished all his food and was starving. Nights here got seriously cold—if he left without a plan, he might not survive. But with that grim reaper inside, he was too scared to go back in, either.

His mind drifted back to when he first met Clara at an underground fight club. Back then, he was just tagging along, betting on matches—basic strategy, really, since Clara always seemed to pick the winner.

He raked in a pile of cash just by copying her bets. His allowance was almost gone, but that night, he nearly won twenty million. He got so excited, he hugged Clara—just once. But in the next match, the fighter they backed chickened out at the last minute, and someone else stepped in.

The new guy wore a mask. No one could see his face.

For several matches after that, Clara didn’t bet on the newcomer, but he kept winning anyway.

Clara had looked puzzled, like she had no clue who the guy was.

Grayson thought it was weird, too. Where did this guy come from? He wasn’t on any of the fight lists, and suddenly he was in the ring, unstoppable.

Eventually, Clara seemed to lose interest. She tossed her chips on the table and left, but Grayson couldn’t just walk away—not when he was so close to winning that kind of money. He waited until the masked guy left the ring and then snuck backstage, hoping to bribe him to throw a fight.

That’s when he saw him take off his mask. Underneath, the guy was actually really good-looking.

Even Grayson had to admit it. But the memory of that vicious fighting and the way the guy’s eyes almost landed on him—he was so freaked out he nearly pissed himself.

He never got over that close call. Sometimes he wondered what the hell he was thinking, following that guy.

After that, he never went back to the fight club. He didn’t even dare contact Clara, afraid that nightmare would show up again.

He never thought he’d run into that same monster, years later, in this godforsaken place.

Those old fights had messed him up for good.

Now, he just paced back and forth at the cave entrance, too scared to go inside.