At least Levi was punctual. If there was ever anything Zophiel found as both a useful and terrible habit, it was that one. Two days after Jason sent him away, there Levi was in the early sunlight, brightening the bedroom where Zophiel had crashed after he visited the Host.
Levi seemed frozen to the spot just inside the room, the door closed behind him. Chances were good his mate hadn’t noticed him until he went to flop face down on the mattress. Zophiel scrubbed his face hard with both hands and then sat up. He wasn’t having this out lying down in a shirt and jean shorts. No way.
They stared at each other, for a long time. Flashes of emotions crossed Levi’s face in a funny succession, from confusion to horror to resignation. It took a lot out of him, but Zophiel sat there with a blank ma
