Lila
Her heart was in riot. Half ecstatic that Dane was there—the real Dane. She could see him and taste him and smell him. He spoke and he kissed and he still loved her. She had literally never been happier to see a person in her life. But the entire moment was underlined by the sick dread of knowing that something bad was coming. His father was playing a game. And neither of them knew how it was going to end. And Lila had a hunch, when Dane wouldn't meet her eyes, that he knew more than he was letting on.
She didn't want to do it. She didn't want to ask and press and make him tell her so she knew too. But she couldn't stand the idea of his father suddenly showing up and tearing him away from her and she'd never know what had happened.
So when they'd settled and laid in bed, just cuddling, her curled into his chest, she lifted her head and whispered, "Tell me what's going on. How did you get here? What… what's going to happen?"
