Lila
Lila whipped around at the sound of the voice, then cried out. It felt like freezing fire stabbed her deep between her ribs, crackling out to sear her heart, her arms and her neck. She grabbed her side and stumbled as Chris swore and rushed over to her from the living room.
"Are you okay? Lila! Are you okay?" he kept asking, worried.
"I'm fine. You scared me," she hissed.
When he reached her he put his arms around her, but she pushed him off and leaned on the wall, breathing slowly the way the doctor had shown her, and glaring at Chris.
"What? I didn't know where you were. I was worried. The drivers said you were here, but when I got here… fuck, Lila, I thought he'd gotten you again."
Chris did look a little pale, and Lila bit her lip. "Sorry."
But as she got her breath back and straightened, Chris's eyes dropped to the fireplace, the open front now a large, sliding panel behind her.
