~ ZEV ~
It was his third day in the City and he hadn't had a chance to leave yet. But he was almost ready. He hadn't had more than five hours sleep every night, yet he woke stronger every morning. And that morning, though he felt the weariness of sleep deprivation, when he pushed out of the furs and planted his feet on the floor, he twisted and swung, trying his body out and found… nothing.
He was healed.
Thank God.
Yhet, who'd taken to guarding him while he slept, then disappearing during the day, yawned, then smiled. "You look well, Zev."
"I feel well, Yhet. It's the day. Or should I say, the night. I'm getting my mate back today."
Yhet rubbed his hands together. "I'll come with you. I would love to get my fingers on the throat of a human or two who's holding Sasha—"
