~ SASHA ~
Head throbbing, Sasha looked at the woman in the building, on the inside of a massive, open window, the frame of which was as tall as her thighs. She looked small inside such a huge structured, yet, with impossible grace, keeping the arrow knocked and her head tilted to aim it, she stepped up onto the window frame, then dropped into the courtyard.
Sasha gasped—it had to be a thirty foot drop—but before she could do more than tense, the woman landed easily on the balls of her feet, her legs taking the impact smoothly.
She didn't even lose the knock on the arrow.
Sasha stared at her, one hand still fisted in Zev's waistband.
The woman had beautiful, amber-colored, eyes, catlike in their shape, though as human as Sasha's—and filled with tears.
"Let him go," she said through her teeth, and Sasha dropped her grip on Zev, putting her hands up, palms towards the woman. "I'm sor—"
