~ ZEV ~
Before Sasha could ask again, Zev leaned forward and popped the glovebox, pulling a small phone from its shadowed depths. Continuing to scan the road ahead and the mirrors behind for anyone that might be tracking them, Zev got the phone turned on and pressed the speed dial for Nick, his handler.
"Interesting night." The voice on the other end was deep and clipped, apparently unconcerned about Zev's rebellion.
"Call them off," he growled, glancing at Sasha in the rearview who was staring back at him, her face a mask of fear and confusion.
"You left a hunt, Zev. You aren't sixteen anymore. They aren't going to slap you on the shoulder and say boys will be boys."
"Call them off," he snarled. "They don't need her. I'll get her out of here and I'll be back. A few hours, tops. This was only training anyway!"
"I warned you about this, Zev. You didn't listen."
"What were they doing circling her house?"
