~ JAYAH ~
When Zev broke the link and she was left alone in her mind with Skhal, she turned to her mate.
'That male is a blade. A weapon. And his mind is dark. Are there healers among your people accustomed to dealing with those internal wounds? Because his flesh may not bleed, but there is harm to his mind.'
Skhal quietly agreed. 'I wish you could see him when he's in a good headspace, Jayah. You'd love him. And he'd love you. He's so hurt because his heart is soft. He adores his mate, and has yearned to be a father. He fought a sick and desperate war with the humans for months before he came here. You have to understand, the hope of this place is what kept him going until they got Zan back. His normal self is… well, if not sunny, he is warm and… The male that you're seeing here is the male the humans molded, the assassin they forced him to be. Not the natural state of him.
