~ SASHA ~
Zev, teeth bared, his entire body taut and trembling, held Nick by his shirt. His muscles bulged as if they'd break through the stretchy material, and a vein appeared on his forehead.
Sasha barely breathed. She'd never seen Zev look so deadly. She blinked. If she'd seen him like that without knowing him, she would have run.
She didn't know what to say. He was stretched to breaking point and she worried that the wrong word would make him snap.
Nick seemed to have no such concerns. Although he looked nervous and had his arms braced on Zev's shoulder and chest, he didn't drop his gaze, and his jaw was tight too.
"Think it through, Zev," Nick said quietly, calmly, but firmly, like he was coaching a kid who was about to get out of control. "We want the same thing here. I want that kid in your hands as much as you do."
"Bull. Shit," Zev snarled.
