~ SASHA ~
Sasha rolled over in the furs the next morning feeling like a weight pressed on her chest. It took a moment of thinking to remember… the dream… and they had to leave today. She sighed and opened her eyes, looking for Zev. But she was distracted.
Despite the broken sleep, she'd been woken early because there was more light.
Zev had been right. The storm had passed and the sun had come out for a couple hours before dark the night before, melting off some of the snow.
She felt hot, she realized, throwing the top fur back and breathing more easily without the oppressive heat. The temperature must have really risen from the previous cold.
She turned to look for Zev and found him, laying on his side, facing her, looking very young. The way he'd looked five years ago, when he was nineteen.
