Lila
Dane walked towards her slowly, watching her carefully. She'd turned the big chair to get out from under the desk, but before she could get out of the chair, he leaned down, his hands on the arms and put himself in her face so she she was trapped. Her eyes widened.
"A woman is dead, Lila. And I'm pretty sure it's at my father's hand. This isn't a surprise to me. But you haven't seen him work before. You haven't faced the consequence of being close to me before. It's a shock, and an ugly one. So I'll ask again: Are. You. Okay?"
Lila found her lip trembling and cursed herself for the weakness.
Some of the tension went out of Dane, but the light in his eyes dimmed too. "It's okay. It's scary," he whispered.
"I'm not, I mean, it was a shock. This doesn't mean—"
