Chapter 131

Clara almost lost her balance, her legs weak like jelly. She got the message loud and clear-if she spilled the beans, it'd cost her life. If Dylan could secretly snap pictures of Bellamy, then sneaking around to off someone like her wouldn't be a problem at all. "I get it, I won't say a word. I didn't see anything, nothing happened." Clara's voice trembled as she promised, inching her way toward the door while carefully watching his face for any sudden move. Dylan didn't even glance her way. He just sat there gripping the photo, chest heaving like he could barely breathe. Once Clara reached the doorway, she realized she'd left her purse inside and was still holding onto Dylan's fleece blanket. Biting her lip, she hesitated for just a second, then forced herself to go back. She gently placed the blanket down and snatched up her bag before darting out like her life depended on it. After she made it out of the yard and put some distance behind her, she finally let out the breath she'd bee