But that seemed impossible. Her every nerve end in her body was acutely attuned to him, to his every move. Zaya closed eyes.
Dage watched Zaya’s haste retreat. He breathed out a sigh of relief. He didn’t know how he was going to do this. Mafka had said that his scent could mask hers, but the how of it was driving Dage crazy. He’d been hard on her today, pushed her to the limit because for the first time in his life he was afraid and he’d wanted to be too exhausted to not think of what he had to do. Maybe if he couldn’t think of it, he wouldn’t have to do it, he’d reasoned. He couldn’t look at her and not want or desire her. Dage watched his hands tremble. There was no other way. If his scent could mask hers and buy them time until Mafka closed the chasm, it had to be done. He’ll never f
