He was like a dog needing the petting touch of its owner. Dage scraped his chin over the back of her hand encouraging her to move it, to smooth it over her skin.
“Never?” Zaya asked not understanding why. He was a big warrior, who wielded his power with ferocity and cunning. Was he still afraid his jackal?
Zaya placed her hands on both sides of his face, “you are magnificent,” she said. And then she remembered something her brother had told her when her jackal had risen from within her for the first time, she had been seven years old. And the experience had been overwhelming and frightening – as the jackal took over pushing her to the background. Zaya had been learning to have a symbiotic relationship with her jackal when she’d lost her. Swallowing, Zaya tried to focus on the presen
