If you like music while you're reading, try "Right Where it Belongs" by Nine Inch Nails. It's what I was listening to while writing this chapter!
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~ ZEV ~
When they were dressed and had reached the door, Zev caught Sasha's elbow before she opened it, turning her to face him.
Her cheeks were still a little flushed, and her eyes bright. But he could scent—and sense—the tension hanging over her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.
"I don't want to be apart from you," she whispered, her eyes closed, and clinging to his forearms. They had agreed that he would shift, go ahead, to the City and make sure the males understood how important it was that they didn't press the females when they arrived. Sasha didn't trust that a simple message was enough.
