~ SASHA ~
When the fight broke out just a few feet away, it was reflex to flinch away. But she'd tripped, disappearing into the forest of thick, muscular bodies and headed for the dirt, until her arms were caught by strong male hands, holding her elbow and upper arm until she found her feet again.
It wasn't until she straightened and pushed her hair back off her face with an embarrassed, reflexive "Thank you," that she realized who'd caught her.
Lhars stood over her, his hands still on her arms, his hair falling over his eyes so that he peered through it over the knowing smile on his angular face—a face just as handsome as Zev, she realized, but slightly thinner, slightly harder.
Where Zev was a lion, Lhars was the fox. Though she doubted either of them would appreciate the comparisons.
Then her stomach sank, because she realized she'd thanked him without thinking, and that was probably one of things Zev had meant about not giving them anything.
