05-29-2014, 07:44 AM
The wail of sirens crept up Dane's spine. He was itching to run, rather than stroll hand in hand with Aria. The sense of self-preservation was strong, and he knew the police would slap them both in handcuffs before they had a chance to explain themselves. Jail was the last place on the planet he would like to go.
His mind scrambled for a destination to hide. The priority was on distance; placing as many people as possible between himself and the inferno. When Aria stopped him, the desperation in his gaze turned to her, impatient to continue.
She removed a key from her belongings. The gift was largely unacknowledged by Dane, whose mind was otherwise keen to depart altogether.
He took a half-step away, but turned back to correct her. "I belong in the shadows,"
he stroked her cheek. "Good bye my dear."
Yet he placed the key in his pocket none the less. Quick strides carried him swiftly away.
His mind scrambled for a destination to hide. The priority was on distance; placing as many people as possible between himself and the inferno. When Aria stopped him, the desperation in his gaze turned to her, impatient to continue.
She removed a key from her belongings. The gift was largely unacknowledged by Dane, whose mind was otherwise keen to depart altogether.
He took a half-step away, but turned back to correct her. "I belong in the shadows,"
he stroked her cheek. "Good bye my dear."
Yet he placed the key in his pocket none the less. Quick strides carried him swiftly away.