Playing Chess

~ ZEV ~

The next few minutes were a blur. Patty babbled and jabbered, frantic and still trying to convince Sasha to forgive her, but Sasha simply snapped at the guards to keep her quiet, but keep her there. They had to think.

Sasha was falling apart—or trying not to. Just like Zev.

How the hell were they ever going to do this? How was he going to keep her safe through this if he couldn't even think straight?

His baby was out there, in the hands of the very men who'd made his own life a living hell.

His mate trembled in his arms, but she'd gotten herself pulled together enough to stand without his support, even if she did wring her hands together at her waist.

We have to get there. How are we going to get there, Zev? She cried in his head. And Patty said it's not safe to take him yet, how do we get to him when it's safe without risking that they'll kill him!