章 153: Torture

Lila

In the way that dreams can be, somehow she knew it was a dream, and yet didn't. When she opened her eyes and Dane stood in the doorway, her heart hammered against her ribs, and started crying, reaching for him. He rushed to her side at the bed—she couldn't get up. Why couldn't she get up? Her body hurt, but she didn't care, because Dane was there, his dark hair falling over his eyes like he'd been clawing his hands through it, his eyes shadowed with deep circles like he hadn't slept. He wasn't taking care of himself and she was afraid he would make a mistake and it would get him killed, but she couldn't remember why.

His eyes traced her entire body, and his hands followed quickly, at first just checking her for injuries. She cried out when he touched her arm, and her side and he frowned. 

But then his touch softened.