His voice broached no argument. He stood there like a wall. And Zaya knew nothing will touch her while he was standing there. A part of her she refused to acknowledge softened. She yearned to lean into him, and forget everything that was happening in her life.
Shaking herself, she swallowed her desires. It’s been a while since someone stood up for her hence the softening, Zaya reasoned.
“Let me see your hand,” Mafka said, moving close. He came to an abrupt stop as Dage wouldn’t move aside for him to examine her. Dage was like an unmovable wall.
Dage stared at Mafka, warning him off with his aggressive stance. He wouldn’t let him touch her. He could play with him, but not her.
“Dage, I’m trying to buy you time. You’ll have to get her as far away from here as you can. Preferabl
