'Damn is she determined to become a member of the Council of Races or resolved herself to paint them as an enemy?'
Jash was curious about her interest in the Council, knowing that it would be better if her thoughts matched his latter guess.
'Joining them? Laughable,' he smiled wryly at the sheer stupidity and naïveté of such a thought.
But he wasn't too sure about her line of thought, not knowing much about her except one thing that mattered to him.
If only he could directly approach her and be blunt, but that was not a possibility as she would probably lunge at him, going for the kill.
'In some sense, I am her mortal enemy, after all,' Jash thought, unaware that Ziva had seen his small movements.
'He's looking at a girl?' she thought, half surprised, half disbelieving. She knew him all too well to know he hated annoying stuff.
