Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 803

Sweat was rolling down Clara’s forehead as she pushed herself forward, step by shaky step. After a few more meters, she stopped and glanced around, heart pounding.

Milo and Buddy had picked a tough route—there were lots of spots to hide, but the people chasing them had dogs. Hiding wouldn’t work; she’d get caught for sure.

She looked over at the slope beside her, took a breath, and without thinking twice, flopped down and started rolling. It was faster than running, but the rocks tore up her hands, leaving stinging scratches all over her palms.

When she finally stopped, she’d made it pretty far. She barely bothered to brush the grass and dirt off her jeans before stumbling back to her feet and moving on.

Milo and Buddy could have left her behind easily, but they kept stopping, waiting for her to catch up.

Clara’s eyes were red and stinging. She bit her lip hard, sweat dripping down her face as she forced herself on.

Another cliff edge appeared in front of her. Down below was a highway. Milo and Buddy couldn’t follow her down, but they were smart—they’d find their way home.

She paused and looked at Milo. “Go on, both of you. Head back to Palm Bay. Run.”

She couldn’t move fast anymore, and if she tried to keep them with her, none of them would make it. It was better to take her own chances and maybe find a way back from the road.

Milo seemed to get it. He took off at a run, barking as he disappeared into the distance.

The people chasing her must have heard; all of them—at least twenty—ran after Milo and Buddy, following the sound.

Clara didn’t wait. She jumped straight down the cliff, landing in a ditch by the side of the road. The water cushioned the fall a little, but her thigh was already a mess, and the pain nearly made her black out.

She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her tongue to keep from fainting, and then, somehow, forced herself to follow the highway.

Far ahead, headlights flashed through the darkness. Clara waved her arms desperately. The car slowed, then stopped.

The window rolled down. Megan’s face appeared.

Clara almost didn’t believe it. “Megan?”

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