The car stopped outside her apartment complex, but her place was only about 1,600 square feet—way too small for three people and two giant dogs. It would be a total squeeze.
Clara took one look around and lowered her lashes. “Forget it. Let’s just go to Ryan’s.”
Ryan lived in a villa, and with only a few staff around, there was plenty of room for everyone.
He definitely wasn’t expecting Clara to show up in the middle of the night, let alone with strangers.
“Clara, are you okay? You look terrible,” he said, his voice full of worry.
Clara just shook her head and headed straight for the room she’d always used before. “I’m exhausted. Please show them to their rooms. Whatever’s going on, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
Ryan stood there for a while, watching her disappear down the hall before turning to Charles.
“You were with Clara. What happened?”
Charles honestly had no idea. He raked a hand through his hair. “No clue. We’ll find out in the morning. Little brother, can you find me a bed? I’m about to pass out.”
Ryan pressed his lips together and glanced at Uno. Something about him just didn’t sit right.
Charles slung an arm over Uno’s shoulder and grinned. “He’s my best friend.”
Uno frowned but didn’t say anything, clearly holding himself back.
Once everyone was settled, Ryan walked over to Clara’s door and hovered for a moment. In the end, he didn’t knock.
Clara, of course, couldn’t sleep. Her mind felt like it was about to explode. She tried deep breaths, over and over, but nothing could cool the anger burning inside her.
Finally, she hurled her pillow to the floor, her chest rising and falling with shaky breaths.
Dylan never lied. If he said Z’s disappearance was his fault, then it was true.
Megan had warned her once—the red bead bracelet and the ring were in the study. Clara had looked for them, but they weren’t there, which meant Dylan had moved them on purpose.
If he didn’t have something to hide, why would he do that?
Clara almost laughed. When she thought about everything she’d done since Z disappeared, it was ridiculous. She used to think she was just a little heartless, torn between two men. But it was so much worse than that. After Z was gone—killed by Dylan—she’d actually started dating Dylan, like it was nothing.
She always thought she just didn’t understand Dylan. Now she realized—they were never even in the same world.
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