Dane
Heart pounding, and stomach singing with nerves and questions about everything—was Lila pregnant or not?— Dane turned from the bedroom and started across the Penthouse. He was pissed and fighting it as he stalked across the living room towards the kitchen.
It was always the way. No matter what they did, no matter where they went, circumstances always conspired to keep them running. Never resting. There was never more than a moment of safety. He was done with it. When he and Lila ran, they were going for real. He was never coming back here, never going to deal with these people again—never going to live this way again. And he found he was… excited.
He was also scared shitless that they'd find him and Lila while they were still on the way wherever, of course. But excited anyway. This could work. John was magic with this stuff. And whether she was pregnant or not… they could find a place to rest.
