Nightmare

~ ZEV ~

"Are you okay?" Sasha murmured, nuzzling her face into his neck, her words slow and hushed, drowsy.

"Yeah, just excited for tomorrow," he said, his voice extra low and rough.

It was true that he couldn't wait for the following day—wouldn't rest until she was his before all the Clans. But that wasn't what was making his neck tense, and his eyes dart around the room.

"Me too," she breathed and Zev's heart squeezed.

It was almost a relief when she fell asleep so quickly. Listening to her low, slow breathing as he stroked his fingers up and down her arm, surrounded in the warm scent of her, it was a moment he'd dreamed of for years.

But his stupid body wouldn't relax.