Don't Fight

~ SASHA ~

A murmur rippled through the men at the tables around Sasha and Yhet. With a warning look at Sasha not to move or speak to anyone, Yhet turned to scan and see what was happening. Sasha kept her eyes on him.

Then his brows rose.

"You can watch this part," he rumbled quietly, nodding to something behind them. "He's been acknowledged by Rayf."

Sasha whipped her head around, but had to stand to see over the men seated behind them.

Just as she got to her feet, a thick-set older man near the fire spat a curse and tossed aside a metal plate that clanged on the ground, wobbling on its rim until it hit a rock and slapped to the dirt, ignored by all the men around it.

Zev stood in front of him in a strange, black outfit—skin tight so it showed every ripple and ridge of his body in a way that made Sasha's heart beat faster. Even his feet were encased in something that looked like black socks with soles.