Levi’s voice snakes up to me, easy and filled with sadistic interest. “That night?” No. No, we are not going there. Clutching my coat, I whirl and bark, “Jealous?” “Increasingly,” he says, but his eyes are intense, and it seems more like he’s highly amused by the idea I have a secret love more than offended or threatened by the fact I’m clearly still emotionally attached.
