Zaya’s eyes drifted to Dage. Her breath held in her throat.
He was looking at her with such tenderness and protectiveness, she wondered if he was being pushed by his instinct. She was his mate after all. Dage was confusing her more. Last night before the fight with the Anu he had gone against his instinct. He hadn’t claimed her, even though he’d wanted to do so badly.
Looking away from him, Zaya swallowed hard. She shouldn’t be thinking about this.
They hadn’t talked about last night. Zaya didn’t want to talk about it, because once again she was responsible for everything. And she couldn’t fix this, not without jeopardizing the other.
She was being irrational, she knew.
He was respecting her wishes and her long held mission of rescuing her brother. But she couldn’t help think that
