I was caught between Zaahra and Ares with no idea what had shaken them both so badly, and I was afraid to look away from Zaahra in case she took the opportunity to attack me while Ares was still stood behind me and showing no signs that he was going to transform.
“Morrigan…”
I felt Ares’ hand on my back. It was a reassuringly gentle touch, and I relaxed at his touch because the tone of his voice and the way he had rested his hand on me made the intent clear - it was a signal that I should stand down. Whatever had scared Zaahra so much had made the way she had found us completely trivial to her, now.
I backed away from her and grabbed my dress to cover myself as soon as I had transformed back, as if she hadn’t just seen me naked astride her own mate.
Zaahra hadn’t transformed back yet.
