Get Away [7]

Everything around me was destroyed. The blonde man is lying motionless on the floor in a crumpled heap, his sunglasses laying shattered near him. The hostess gapes at me from behind the counter that somehow managed to survive the explosion, though menus are now scattered across the floor and tables are overturned. I turn slowly, surveying the damage, when my eyes connect with a pair of familiar brown eyes. Owen is staring at me in shock, his eyes flitting from the blonde man on the floor to me. “...Thea?” He says uncertainty, and there's a bit of fear in his voice that makes me flinch. 

I don’t want Owen to be frightened of me, but I can tell that ship has sailed. “Owen.” I say, crossing the room in only a few strides. He scoots back slightly, but I pretend not to notice, embracing him.