Snippet #1567043

Lyla smelled him before she heard him. The bike ripping through the paved streets as they curved around the mountains. It had to be him. Quickly, she downed the rest of the meat and ran to the bathroom, skidding to a halt at the sink and brushing her teeth until they gleamed with perfection. Outside she head the kick stand of the bike slide along the ground and the crunch of loose gravel under foot. With that she ran to the front door, pausing and calming herself before letting her fingers pull it open.

She was right. There Sebastion was, despite the fact that they should be enemies, Lyla could never hate the man. Even though years had passed he still looked just as handsome. Deep down something lurched in her stomach. For a moment she just stood in the doorway, curly hair being pushed in the wind, the hem of her shirt carried in the breeze as it revealed a portion of the skin on her hip.

He'd get killed if he came any closer. Sure, Deacon must be waking up soon. Lyla ran down the porch steps into the drive standing about ten feet from him. She had no idea if their alliance was still true, if he still felt anything for her, or if he had finally come to kill her. "You can't be here." Her voice was almost a whimper as her ocean eyes met his, "it's a death wish."