Returning back to the sitting room, Ophelia was glad that Lev didn't protest. Actually, he said nothing.
She released his arm and he went on to sit on the cushion, looking lost in his thoughts.
"Are you okay?" She curiously questioned him.
"Do you believe Sasha is okay?" Lev asked her, his eyes widening, before he sighed and got to his feet. "Perhaps I should return,"
He was instantly dragged back and coaxed onto the chair by Ophelia. "Don't. She is with family, so she will be fine."
"Why did she suddenly get into such a panic? I don't..." He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening, and he wrapped his arms about himself. "Did she believe I was just some random male? Gods! I forgot she's in heat."