[i] Lance's body seized up, his muscles tightening and his hand itching to draw a weapon that wasn't even there. How..? Why was she here? What the hell had Salem done?[/i] "How are you here?" [i] Lance asked, not standing up and addressing the newcomer. He simply stared at the sky, waiting for her response. This didn't seem like Belle..something was off. This girl sounded bold and confident, mischievous even. His Belle was meek, shy..[/i]