Lydia Martin is done with the supernatural. (fieldsmedal) wrote in motelca,
She knows it's him before he gets there, but she still doesn't look up from the body. When he places a hand on her shoulder, the warmth of his hand sends a shudder running through her body and despite herself, she lifts a hand to cover his.
Because he's there with here and not laying in a pool of his own blood. And then she gasps quietly and moves to stand, letting go of his own hand as something echoes loudly in her head. Not yet.
Lydia turns to face him, her face pale, her heart beating fast. "They're still here," she whispers, inches from him. "Whoever did this."