Credible Threat

Lila

She saw Dane hesitate before she turned away and her stomach dropped. But she forced herself to keep moving. If he wasn't going to do anything about that invitation, well, he could marinate in his own juices. He had no one else to blame.

The wide, decorative halls of the museum were mostly dark down here, though occasional dim lights seeped out of exhibition rooms on the sides of the hall. She paused when she reached another intersection of hallways and looked back, listening.

It was with relief that she heard a single set of footsteps clicking up the hall behind her. And moments later he appeared at the turn she'd taken to get into this hall. She waited until he caught sight of her and his steps picked up, then she turned down a hallway that was essentially black.