~ ZEV ~
Zev had been laying rigid in the bed for the past fifteen minutes, ever since she'd last opened to him, pleading with God to give him one more chance to speak to her, to convince her. He cursed the bed he lay in, the body that had failed him. He cursed himself for not seeing ahead enough to realize this might happen.
Then the wolves reached the cave and he'd watched through their eyes as she farewelled Yhet and Dunken. He'd found grim pleasure in the fear on Nick's face, and his tension when Ernie came close.
But he had eyes only for Sasha. And when she walked—of her own free will—into the dark cave at Nick's side, his stomach turned over. He thought he might be sick.
