~ Zev ~
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, he prayed, his pounding heart fluttering and rolling over with relief.
Sasha sat in front of him, one cheek red where it had rested on her arm, strands of hair falling over her forehead and cheeks and waving in the breeze of her too-fast breath.
Thank God.
When she hadn't woken up hours ago he'd worried that he had overdosed her.
When she hadn't woken up an hour ago—and still hadn't moved—he'd worried that he'd killed her.
"Zev?" she said, her voice too high as she looked around the cave, it's walls a deep, worn gray and bare here, deep within it. Though vines crept around the walls and ceiling closer to the opening.
He put a hand to neck and made her focus on him. "I'm right here. You're fine. Look at me, Sash, you're fine. Okay? You've been asleep for a while, that's all. Just let yourself wake up."
