~ SASHA ~
Before the thirty minutes had passed she was already nodding off.
Zev had gotten quieter and more tense the further they'd driven, until eventually he was just holding her hand and not talking at all.
All the adrenalin and fear of the night wore off suddenly in the lull of passing headlights and reflectors, until Sasha found herself working hard to keep her eyes open… then drifting… conscious of Zev moving his hand to her thigh. Aware at some point that she'd slumped sideways and was resting her temple against something warm and hard. But then… nothing.
In the dream she was in a castle in a snowy mountain range that smelled like Zev—wet earth and sunny skies. She wore a gorgeous ballgown that pressed her breasts higher, but left her arms bare. And she was alone.
She frowned.
