~ JAYAH ~
Skhal shook his head, a low growl puttering in his throat. "Be safe, Jayah. I will do as you instruct. I will walk where you point and wait when you ask. But… promise me that you will have care for yourself. I can protect myself. You aren't the only one who's walked in battle. Trust me. Protect your own life. Please."
"Of course," she said, smiling. "I'm a healer, not a fighter."
"That's exactly what concerns me," he said dryly.
Jayah gave him a sly grin. "Just because I choose not to fight doesn't mean I can't."
Skhal's brows popped up and his eyes flashed. "A soldier of stealth… of course my mate is fierce," he said, smiling, then lifting her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles.
They began to speak of the plan then—the new plan.
