Chapter 7
Levi slumped down on his bunk and reached for a clean T-shirt. Now that he’d showered, he was ready to sleep for a week. They’d gotten back to camp a couple of hours ago after having lived in sandy hills for over a week. There had been sand in places he didn’t know he could have sand, but the shower had left him, if not a new man, then at least a clean one. He smelled nice for the first time in ages.
August had unwillingly made room for September, then October and November. December had just begun, and Levi had never been more homesick. Madoc would celebrate Christmas without him. He’d be here—walking the same routes, wearing the same clothes as any other day.
“Whoa, get dressed, dude!” Gray grinned at him and sat on the bedside.
Levi flipped him off but slipped the T-shirt o
