"Donnie! Oh, Donnie!" Someone's voice came wringing out behind the treeline. The tension shattered like glass as they broke apart, Misty's heart plummeting at the sound of Shayla's voice. Donovan's expression shifted from surprise to guilt in a heartbeat, his emerald eyes widening as if trying to grasp the reality unfolding before him. "Damn it!" he cursed out loud.
“Misty!” Shayla called out, a taunting edge creeping into her tone. She stepped into the clearing, her presence commanding as she marched forward, a predatory gleam in her amber eyes. The smile on her face was a stark contrast to the apprehensive tension that suffocated the air. "What a lovely scene to stumble upon.” Shayla’s voice dripped with sarcasm, her lips curling into a smirk as her gaze darted between Donovan and Misty
