~ SASHA ~
Despite the subject, everything Zev had said was so sweet—and so tinged with doubt about her and what she would think.
She knew that look on his face—a combination of love and concern, the prickle of desire and butterflies of nerves—and it touched her heart that she still knew. It was moments like this that she saw the old Zev, the sweet, thoughtful young man who had set her heart and body aflame. Hope took her in its arms when he got that soft smile.
She'd put one of her hands to his chest and was about to tell him so, when a haunting howl rose from very close in the trees off to their right and Zev froze like he'd been shot.
Then he cursed under his breath and turned, putting her behind him.
"What is it?" she asked, peering around his arm, expecting to see some creature prowling out of the forest—one of these 'failures' of the experiments he had mentioned, that were going to give her nightmares, she was sure.
