If truly, I'm the Moonsinger...

Lyla

I stirred slowly, feeling every part of my body aching as if I had just run a marathon.

The familiar scent of Xander's house greeted me before my eyes even fluttered open. The soft silk of the bedsheets brushed softly against my skin, I scanned the room – I wasn't home yet and Xander or should I say the 'Dark One' was perched at the edge of my bed, watching me intently.

I tried to push myself up and immediately, he was by my side, his eyes filled with warmth as he assisted me to a sitting position.

"Easy," he murmured, gently supporting my back, not before stuffing pillows behind me and placing me gently on the stuffed pillows. "I was worried I hit you too hard. How are you feeling?" he asked. His voice was gentle, but I recoiled from his touch, feeling alarmed and bewildered at the same time.

"What did you do to me?" I demanded, my eyes narrowing in suspicion as I stared at him.