~ SASHA ~
Sasha gaped at the warrior on his knees before her clearly—strategically—offering himself. And for a moment his wisdom and cunning stole her breath. He'd measured correctly that his respect for her would recommend him to the others…
Or would it.
She glanced at Zev to find him quivering with anger. But he was fighting it. Maybe Lhars had been right to give him a chance to get rid of some of that rage in a fight.
But she didn't have time to figure that out. Whether that had helped or not, the truth was she stood there torn between her mate's feelings of fear and rage, and her own deep desire for peace.
And that was when she remembered the conversation she and Elreth had had at the "peace table" before Zev had woken and everything had gone to shit.
They'd sat together in that room, facing each other, and Elreth had sat back in her chair…
"I don't want another war," the red-haired Queen had said, as if she was conceding something.
