Chapter 9The bed shook beneath Seb’s cheek, and he lifted his head away from the pillow in time to see Otto’s fist come crashing down. Survival instincts took over. His arm shot up to deflect the blow, while he twisted in the opposite direction to get beyond Otto’s reach.
He was on his feet with his footlocker between them when he realized it was morning. Sunlight streamed in through the open tent flap. Levi was nowhere to be found.
“You son of a b***h,” Otto growled. He looked like hell. A nasty bruise shadowed the outer corner of his left eye. Bertie must have clocked him after they’d left. “Where is he?”
He feigned ignorance. “Who?”
“Don’t you go playing dumb, too.” He took a menacing step closer. Normally, Seb wasn’t too scared of Otto. He might’ve been shorter by an inch or two, b
