I’m in no mood to write so I’m grasping on straws here. 

No hate for this extreme crappiness…

Ranters who rant how they hate it when “Authors say how their writing is BS while they have (insert number here) readers”.  Well ranters, I’m not sure if that sentence made sense but whatever.  Screw you people.  *sings Ariana Grande and Iggy’s* I got one less problem without you. 

Cranky.  On my period soon.  Bite me.  Blahhhhhhh.

NOT EDITED I REPEAT NOT EDITED. 

+++

He allowed me to shower before we left.  Honestly, I felt like I was swimming in God’s cup.  Or in Jesus’s toilet (it has to be clean right).  Or in some Roman bath. 

I must have stayed in there for over an hour.  I lathered cream over the prune skin, wiping the mirror to reveal a clean Jess.  Staring back was a tanned woman, although with baggy eyes held a spark of renewal.  My hair sprouted fast, and my bangs outgrew, dangling past my tiny ears.  Several knocks hit the bathroom door and I told them I’ll be out in a minute. 

Unable to find a blow dryer, I quickly swept the raven sheath into a bun and allowed the loose strands to tumble forward.  Grabbing the green cotton long sleeve that fell off my shoulders and drooped to mid thigh, I threw on denim shorts that remained hidden under the shirt.  Slipping on black flats, I smacked on what seemed like a lip balm that I discovered in a drawer and exited. 

“Took you long enough,” Levi grumbled, waiting in the bedroom.  Arms crossed, I realized how cute he looked with pouted lips and smiled to myself.  The isolation made me crazy.  Yes.  It did. 

“Says the one with his arms crossed and grumbling absolute nonsense.”  I clapped my hands.  “Chop, chop!  We’re wasting time!” 

He rolled his eyes and twitched a smile.  “You’re so weird.” 

“I know,” I chirped, heading for the door.  The excitement was hard to hold; I was finally able to go outside.  Windows could only let you see so far. 

“Are you sure you’re not two years old?” he asked, closing the door behind him. 

Delivering a nod, I started rambling as we descended down staircases, long hallways and secret chambers.  That was it.  The isolation definitely messed with me.  Never had I felt so open to him.  It felt good to talk though.  “Where is everyone?” I finally asked.  I sceptically peeked around, curious about the silence. 

“There’s a special protocol,” he answered without missing a beat. 

I noticed him quickening his steps, the large hand now gripping my shoulders as he was nearly dragging me.  “What’s going on, Levi?”

“Shh…” he breathed, taking a sharp turn.  Whisking down another staircase, we entered an underground cave.  Misty clouds surfed the water and once I was hit by the moist, cool air, I had to blink twice to see if it was real.  My shoes pressed into the sand towards the water; it didn’t feel like I was walking.  More like floating because of how soft the grain was compared to the hospital room tiles.  The thunder and lightning stopped.  A row boat waited, tied to the dock.  Two lanterns hanged at the posts, sourcing the light in the dark cave.    

“Are you kidnapping me?” I whispered, wondering why I was whispering in the first place.

Chuckling, he released my arm with a thrust.  “Wouldn’t you love that?  I can see the headlines ‘My Sexy Kidnapper’.” 

“That’s actually a book,” I added, watching him untie the boat. 

“You nerds and your books,” he bantered, holding the rope.  Entwining his fingers along mine, he helped me into the row boat.  I wobbled, and squealed, feet paralyzed; afraid.  A laugh shook and I turned to see him failing to hide a smile.  “It’s tempting to push you in.” 

I narrowed my eyes.  “Don’t you dare or I’ll eat your balls.”

He clamped his mouth shut and I smiled sweetly.  That was more like it.  Then he picked me up and I screamed, his laughter bouncing off the cave walls.  “Chill, Jess,” he cackled, setting me down. 

I punched his chest, and plopped on the seat, the waters shaking beneath.  “Go suck a camel toe.” 

“I’ll suck your toe,” Levi winked. 

“That’s disgusting.” 

“Not unless you return the favour.” 

I made a horrendous shiver.  “I will never suck your toe.” 

He unhooked one of the lanterns and clipped it on the back of the boat, before pushing off.  “You’ll suck it one day.” 

“Over my dead body,” I grumbled. 

“You’re too cute,” he said, poking my nose. 

I snatched the paddle and smacked him in the head.  “Am not!” 

“You’re even cuter when you’re mad,” he quipped, dipping the other paddle in the water. 

I crossed my arms, staring ahead.  “Will it still be cute when I burn your brain cells with my laser eyes?” 

“Yes it will,” Levi chirped. 

I scowled, hating how he overheard and still decided to get under my skin.  The bickering continued as we crossed the sea of mist.  Amusement was sewn into his voice while mine remained irritated.  Yet I was having a hard time compressing a smile. 

“Who knew the way to make a girl smile is to criticize her,” he teased. 

“Or through terrible pickup lines,” I suggested. 

His shoulder shook in laughter.  “Cray is a master at those.” 

A snort escaped my mouth.  “Normal people flirting: Hey you’re cute.  We should go out sometime.  Cray trying to flirt: So do you like milk?”

His laughter rang again and this time, I paid more attention.  Oh, Crapola!  Someone’s bringing sexy back!  Caramel skinned, and my gaze trailed over his leaned shoulders that hunched when he doubled over.  The tux emphasized them even more, showing off his muscles.  His hair brushed across his forehead, leading me to those sparkling honey eyes.  He was handsome.  More than appearance wise… his personality…his laugh…his smile… Just perfect.  How come I never noticed?   

“You done fantasizing?” he spoke, his lips curling into a grin. 

Huffing, I shifted away by his widening smirk.  I hated it when he smirked.  “Would you mind sharing what we’re doing?” I grumbled, changing the subject. 

He pushed the paddle farther, the smirk not wearing off.  Asstard.  “You’ll see.” 

Confusion swelled, and I scrunched my dark brows.  “I hate surprises.”  However that didn’t come out as snappy as I liked it.  His soft features made any hardness in my soul melt which pissed me off.     

“I know,” he responded cockily.  “But you’ll learn to love them.” 

“Because they’re wonderful?” I said with a side smile. 

Beautiful laughter sang from his mouth.  “Yes.  Because they’re wonderful.” 

+++

We parked the boat on the shoreline, and left the lanterns.  Hitching a ride on the Hong Kong subway, it surprisingly wasn’t busy.  While snatching a lady’s sweater from her purse, he tossed it to me. 

Unsure why, I noted I was still wanted in the city and put it on, flipping the hood up.  “How do I look?  Like a gangster?” I joked, doing a somewhat gangster pose which I surely thought would be an insult, seeing Levi was a legitimate gangster. 

“Don’t quit your day job for acting,” he smirked and I flicked his neck.  “Hey!  Seriously.  I don’t get it.  Why does everyone think we do weird hand gestures and wear loads of gold chains?  We don’t do that?!  Whoever made that stereotype surely never met a real gangster!”   He turned towards me to find my hands in another cliché gangster pose. 

I nodded my head.  “Sup Homie G!  Got any bacon?”

He shoved me over and I laughed, stumbling into the ripped seat.  He settled beside, and I glanced out the window, watching the tunnels zoom by with a tiny smile.  He kept staring and I squirmed.  I voiced my thoughts, “What are you looking at buffoon?”

Instead of returning a silly nickname, he just continued to stare, smiling now.  Freak.  He continued to stare for the next few minutes until at last, I decided to make a staring contest out of it. 

“You could pass for an Asian with those squinting eyes,” Levi said, narrowing his pupils. 

“I am Asian you idiot,” I snorted.  His arm snaked around my waist, we walked off the subway still hot in the staring contest.  His befuddled expression didn’t budge his squinting eyes and I filled in for him, “My mom was Asian and Spanish and my dad was Scottish.” 

“Mixed breed, hm?” he said. 

I curved an interested brow.  “Is there something wrong about mixed kids like me?” 

“No.  Mixed girls are beautiful,” he said and ribs slammed into my stomach, seeing the honesty cross his features. 

“Great!”  I clapped my hands in front of his face.  He blinked and I fist pumped in triumph.  “I win!” 

“No you don’t,” he said and swept me up, bridal style.  He walked me into the busy streets of the famous alive and glowing city.  My voice was hardly audible, the chaos surrounding us not interested in my screams of laughter and cruel names. 

“Quit whining, darling.  We’re here,” he informed, placing me on my feet.  I scrunched my nose and stuck out my tongue before surveying where we were. 

“A restaurant whose name I can’t read because it’s in Asian?!” I exclaimed. 

“Asian isn’t a language,” Levi snorted.  I stuck out my tongue for the second time. 

He opened the door and allowed me in first.  “Knowing you haven’t exactly eaten a full meal and your stomach shrunk, I decided we’d fix that with something small.” 

“That will be difficult,” I lightly responded, lifting a shoulder.

“I know.  Just try to control yourself when the food comes, okay?  I don’t want you vomiting all over me,” he said. 

“Don’t worry.  ‘Control yourself’ has been drilled into my mind ever since I met you.”      

He grinned.  “I’m glad it worked.”

I lit up and eagerly headed in. Walking in, the place was petite, and seemed to have a vintage country theme to it, the moose head by the cashier slightly creeping me out.  About to turn back around, a tall pasty faced blonde approached me, a black apron covering half of her slim figure.  She looked about in the early ages of twenty, maybe already ahead into College. 

“Welcome!  You look new around here!  Would you like to sit?”  Her western bubbly voice seemed to fit nicely with the whole diner, making me wonder if I really was in Hong Kong.  Looked like I just stepped into Mississippi.  “The special today is juicy steak, creamed mash potatoes and grilled asparagus!”

Ready to decline, a wave of delicious food wafted past me as a waiter was balancing two divine looking meals.  My stomach roared and flipped as I couldn’t take my eyes off the dish.

“Oh, yes please!” I jerked my eyes to her tag name, “Uh, Tarinna.”

“Just call me Tari, sweet cheeks,” she sang.  Too many dishes clouded around me as the diner began to get busy.  “There’s a fine vacant stool by the counter for you and your partner.  Would you mind sitting there?”

The rear end of my butt still sore from sitting on the boat too long, I was about to shake my head until a hot plate of steak was served to a man, sitting beside the empty seats.  “Yeah, it’s fine.  Thanks, uh, Tari.”  She nodded and dashed behind the kitchen doors, that women fast like a cheetah on rocket boosters.

My small body squeezed between a Hispanic pregnant lady who look as if she was due any day now (she was fat) and the gruff, grump man with the steak.  “Sorry, excuse me,” I quietly said, slipping onto the seat.

“Sorry for my date’s big ass,” Levi cooed, apologetically at the two. 

I scowled and swatted his shoulder, making him laugh.  In the process, my hand had swung over and hit the grumpy man’s cup, tipping the whole thing down his shirt.  A small gasp escaped and I grabbed some napkins, panic rising.  “I’m so sorry!  I can’t believe I just did that!”  The water dribbled down his torso, slinking farther between his legs. 

I waved at a waiter walking by, “Get this man a new glass!  Please, put it on my tab!”

            He beckoned the waiter with a shake of his head, “Stop.  No, I’m fine,” he darkly grumbled, but I continued to pat his nicely toned chest, the water stuck onto him like second skin.  Scooping the ice cubes into his drink, his abs tightened as I dabbed his rib cage, frantically trying to clean up the mess.  “I’m—I’m serious.  Please stop,” his voice coming out a little clearer.

            My ears perked and I halted before sitting back on the stool, absently blinking twice.  “I think he’s good,” gritted Levi, taking my arms away.  “You are good aren’t you?” he hissed with venom at the man.

“Levi!  Don’t be rude to the gentleman!” I said, and tried elbowing him.  Instead, I pulled back and accidentally elbowed the pregnant lady’s stomach and heard her yelp as she threw the burger back, over her head.  God forbid, I didn’t just elbow her baby. But the chance to apologize quickly slipped out of my fingers as the burger flew and splattered on the floor, allowing for a waitress to trip, the rest of the dreadful scene going in a dramatic slow mo...

            The two full strawberry milkshakes wobbled on the tray like Hawaiian hula dancers as the waitress slid across the tiled floor, into a Santa-look-alike.  With a sheer cry of horror, the milkshakes soared across the diner, one crashing into the front window, and the other targeting an elder who just so happened to walk right on time.   The drink drizzled down his fake turtleneck and fleece sweater, his folded eyes popping.  A child giggled in amusement and threw food at the poor elder, a spoon full of potatoes chucked across the room.  The old man narrowed his gaze in frustration and took a step into the strawberry shake, instantly regretting it.  He flew back and grabbed the black hair of the waitress, holding for dear life.  She screamed, and swatted the elders face with her tray.  He stumbled back and was caught in the hands of a younger gentleman, who held his body upright. 

            “What did ya’ll do—” began Tari as she stormed out of the staff room with two fresh creamy cakes.  The warning was never able to make it out of my mouth as she slipped on the burger bun, and skid forward, slamming a cake into Santa’s face, her body crashing into his big belly. 

            Thank god it wasn’t the pregnant lady, I thought silently, my mind still processing what just happened. 

            “Sir!” Tari pleaded, and set the other pie down.  “I’m so sorry—”

            A loud cry thundered from the big man, his white beard shaking.  Was he...crying?  I held my hand to my lips as my chin began to tremble again.  Oh dear god.  This was my entire fault.  Why did the universe hate me all of a sudden?

            Ready to just run sobbing out the door, Santa slapped his leg and burst into laughter, tears sputtering from his eyes.  Removing his round-shaped glasses, he wiped off the cream, and revealed the brightest smile I had seen. 

            “That was...was hilarious!” he hollered and soon, the whole diner was laughing, their grins contagious for everyone.  Even Levi who was howling away. 

  Were they laughing at me?  Good lord, what have I done?  He caught my worried face and smirked, turning back to the chair that had tiny sprinkles of whip cream from the earlier incident. 

I bit my quivering lips, and gulped down a small sob.  “I—I’ll pay for everyone’s dry cleaning bill!  And food!” I stammered, causing for Santa to laugh even harder.  “I’m serious!”

            Tari handed off all the victims some napkins, and I watched in horrible fascination as everyone began to clean up the floors, the customers also getting on their knees to scrub.  Even the elder, who was laughing along with an Indian waitress.

            “It’s fine, sweet cheeks,” the friendly Tari sang, shooting a small wink.  “We’re all friendly locals here!”

            Even the pregnant chic was still chuckling to herself, rubbing her stomach with a smile. 

            “Wait—” I gave a hard look, “So you weren’t laughing at me?”

            “I was!” Levi honestly said.  Afraid I’ll accidentally hit the pregnant lady, I called him a nasty name for him to only hear. 

            Santa-look-alike must have overheard because he began to laugh again, slapping his leg from all the shaking.  God, I really hoped this guy didn’t die of laughter or many children would have been disappointed on Christmas.

            Tari warmly grinned, and shook her head.  “You’re an odd one, sweet cheeks.”

            The grumpy man from earlier had disappeared however, cranky about the incident probably.  Poor guy.  Bending down to fix the stool height, I heard Levi smirk, “You picking at some gum?” I quickly rose, banging my head on the counter.

            “Ow,” I mumbled under my breath.  I tilted my face as my cheeks steamed in embarrassment again, hating how he was teasing me.  Thinking he can just walk over because of his gorgeous dark eyes, and his sexy tanned stubble covering his strong, masculine jaw line, that brought out his husky brows which rose ever so slightly... what was I thinking?

            Suddenly, the smell of food waved in front of my nose, and I touched my glossy lips.  “Oh my.”

            Steaming hot steak was preciously placed on a round platter, the juices pooling around the meat.  In a beautiful swirl, a large puff of mashed potatoes was sprinkled lightly with pepper and parsley, causing my stomach to twist.  Grilled asparagus neatly laid in rows, and Tari set down my utensils on a floral napkin. 

            “Dig in, sweet cheeks,” she winked, and left me in a daze as she helped another customer coming in.  She didn’t have to tell me twice.

            My eyes darted from each section of the food, not knowing when to start.  “This is indescribable,” I gapped. 

“You said it,” Levi said, watching me in pleasure.  A sticky wet feeling was moist around my lips and I reached up to see my saliva dripping.  Levi laughed, which caused my jaw to flinch. 

            “What?  You haven’t seen a girl drool before?” I offered, playfully arching my brows.

            He took a smooth scoop of potatoes, and didn’t bother to look at me.  “Oh darling, all girls drool over me.”

            “You sure it’s not from falling asleep because of your boring personality?”

            I grinned, and caught a lump in his throat as he lowly coughed.  The smug grin stayed as I glanced at my plate in satisfaction. 

            Taking my fork and knife, I sliced the tender steak, and parted my lips, entering the foreign meal.  

The most heavenly taste was soaked into my tongue as sweet juices poured out, building a heavy moan at the back of my throat.  Clawing at the steak, I eagerly shoved another piece in, and shut my eyes, saving the brutal meal. 

Chewing, I decided to step out of the box and mix the potatoes and gravy, piling all three gifts at once. 

A deep moan escaped my lips and my insides warmed from the hot foot.  Reaching for another crazy blend, I was interrupted by the sound of a utensil dropping. 

‘Was I getting under Levi’s skin?’ I thought, still floating above the clouds.

Licking my lips, I slowly took a sweet fair amount of mashed potatoes and gradually pulled the spoon out, throwing in another throaty moan.

The gang leader squeezed his cup, and choked on his water.  I hid an amusing grin and continued eating.  Slicing a piece of asparagus, I popped it in my mouth and let the natural moan leave, Levi’s jaw tightening. 

He slammed his cup on the table, and narrowed his gaze at me.  “Can you stop?”

I raised my shoulder and popped another hot slice of steak in my mouth.  “Stop what?”

“Moaning!  It sounds like you’re on the verge of having an orgasmm!” 

A couple of nearby customers turned and I caught if glimpse of Tari’s amusing smile, interested at the steamy drama.

Casually swallowing, I raised an eyebrow, hopefully pulling off to be seductive.  I had only seen the girls in movies pull it off a couple of times and I silently prayed I didn’t look like a retard.  “How would you know what an orgasm sounds like?”  I stabbed my fork into my steak, and added, “Let alone a moan?”

“Darling, babe, to have you know, when busy in bed, I have heard many screams—”

“In horror?” I offered, deliciously biting down into the meat.

“In pleasure,” he sexily breathed in my ear, and I choked, reaching for the glass of water.

Levi smirked as I chugged a large gulp, touching my chest from coughing.  His unexpected close presence sent a warm rush that soon crawled up my back.  Of course it was pure anger that wounded me up.  I was most certain.  Okay.  I was lying to myself.  I knew very well what that was from. 

“What, you’ve never experienced pleasure, have you darling?” he challenged, still leaning too closely to my lips.  A spicy thick scent of masculinity lingered, but a spark of sweetness hinted afterwards as I nearly fell over from simply breathing in.

My eyes darted to my plate of food and I swallowed hard.  Truth be told, I was still pure as Virgin Mary herself—minus the holy veil and blue robe—I was pretty sexually clean.  For Pete’s Sake, I’ve never even liked anyone until now.   

Noting my silence, his lips dropped in default and his gaze eased like he realized how stupid this topic was.  “Sorry, was I was I invading private territory?”  He cleared his throat, “I mean—well obviously I was—you think—“he groaned, “Was I being an ass?”

A little taken aback by his confession, I made a small space between my fingers.  “Just a tad.”

He heavily sighed, “I apologize for that.  I’m not really the...”

I wiped my mouth to hide the painful jab in my chest, and I pulled the stool back, stepping off.  Was that what people thought of me with just one look?  Inexperienced child who can’t even get a love life?

“Hey.”  Levi tipped my chin.  “I’m sorry.”  I was about to tell him it was nothing and then he included, “I’ll make it up to you.”

Thrill shot up my body.  “And that is—Oomph.”  His forkful of mash potatoes entered my mouth.  My eyes widened and slowly, he pulled it out.  My heart was pounding. 

“Delicious?” he offered, grinning. 

My lips pouted yet again, it was hard to conceal the fighting smile.  “Maybe.”  He laughed and returning the favour, I began to feed him.  We took turns, trying mixing the different portions and tastes.  The whole time a warm, giddy ball was tumbling in my stomach, getting bigger and bigger; my toes curling, blood rushing.  It was extraordinary. 

“I think my mix of asparagus dipped in gravy was the best,” Levi said once we finished. 

I waved my utensil in the air.  “That’s not true!”

“Yeah it is!”

“No it’s not!”

“Whatever.”

“Can you stop that?!  It’s really annoying!”

“Stop what?”

“Whatever,” I mocked in a low husky voice, sulking my shoulders.

“Whatever, darling.”

“Stop!”

“I’m flushed you find my voice that sexy.”  A wobbly smile creased at the tips of his lips and I was furious.  What? He thinks flirting would solve the problem?  Wait—was he flirting with me?  He did say date earlier… I swallowed.  Date?  Was this classified as a date? 

Before I could think it through, my thoughts were disrupted by Levi ordering dessert.  “The best part of the meal,” he said, calling Tari. 

“You said it,” I agreed. 

I don’t know how but eventually we ended up ordering wine, and chatting both Levi and I.  I swished the red liquid in my glass, loving the smell. 

I looked up and saw Levi much closer than I expected him to be. He was brushing the hair out of face. Oh god. I jumped back, completely startled and, once again blushing beet red. Why am I so freaking jumpy?  Damn. What was he going to do? Damn it again!  This was going to drive me crazy, at least until it was resolved. 

“You alright?” he smirked. 

Rather than saying something stupid, I nodded while drinking.  How dizzy was I?  I was merely on my first glass… 

He asked for a cheesecake that we both split.  Eventually I ended up sitting on his lap, my back to his chest, head tilted back.  We swapped childhood stories and memories, our intimacy having me push out everyone around us.  I wasn’t stressed for once.  I was happy. 

I was happy to be with him.

He made me happy. 

“We’re closing up now, kiddos,” Tari hollered as she was scrubbing the tables. 

“Roger that,” I said and hopped off of him.  Levi rested both our glasses on the counter and tossed a couple of bills before leading me out.  “It was nice meeting you Tari!” I called.

“A pleasure,” Levi concluded.   

“You too, honeycakes!” she sang.  “Don’t be gett’in into trouble, you hear?”

“Yes ma’am,” we chorused and left the bar with that sweet buzz in our systems.  I was happy.  I liked him.  I liked him a lot. 

“Where to next?” I questioned. He was staring at me, observing my reaction turn from dazed, to befuddlement to a trembling smile.  “What?” I asked again. 

He gave an assuring smile.  “You’ll see.”

+++

Hands entwined, we walked up a bridge that crossed over a small river.  Cherry blossom petals hit the tranquil water, producing ripples.  This side of Hong Kong was much quieter. 

He squeezed my hand and warmth rushed up my arm until I felt light headed.  Was this love?  It had to be.  I sighed into the moon that illuminated from the skies.  Beyoncé knew it all.  Drunk in love.  Without riding on surfboards.  “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” he spoke, staring at the moon as well. 

“Definitely,” I answered distantly.  His voice clogged my brain.  All I could think was how beautiful he was.  He was the one who saved me on that first night.  He wanted to protect me.  He really did care for me.  He wanted me safe.  He wanted me to be a part of him. 

He was my wonderful. 

My lips suddenly ached, wanting to brush against his.  Like he could read my mind, we halted in the middle of the bridge.  He stopped so we faced each other.  He was smiling.  I was smiling.  My cheeks ached.  His forehead knocked the top of mine.  “Hi,” he whispered.   

“Hi,” I barely breathed. 

My heart was prepared to take the leap.  Excitement flashed before his eyes.  “I have a surprise for you.”

I couldn’t suppress the bouncing nerves that started from my toes.  My chest danced in my stomach, ribs shaking.  “Okay,” I squeaked. 

Those honey eyes froze in mine.  Swirls of heavy passion flickered, mesmerising me.  The heat erupted into flames and it was burning, wanting to touch his lips.  I needed him.  The pads of his thumbs brushed neck, along my chin to my mouth.  Shocks went off in my body.  “Wonderful,” he said.

He reached behind his back for my surprise. 

Everything played in slow motion. 

My eyes caught the glint of a gun slip from his sleeve.  His hands clasped around it.  A thumb flick loading the death wish.  He pulled it from his back.  Ready.  Aimed.     

Then it all happened so fast. 

The ground fell under my feet.  The bridge broke.  I was falling.  Falling hard.  But for only a second. 

Someone caught me. 

A motor boat roared in the background, and I felt my body jerk.  Levi’s voice grew fainter.  It disappeared.  Wind lashed across my cheeks.  The water sloshed below the speeding boat.        

For some reason I felt the long weight off my shoulders.  Past the overwhelming confusion, heartbreak and angst, I felt it deep down.  Subconsciously.   

I was finally free. 

+Earlier+

“How do you expect to kidnap her?  Levi’s beside her every second; he’s practically glued to her.  Any movement within a yard away and he would notice.”

“Yeah.  You’d have to have the world swallow her up while Levi watches to pull it off.”

Romane made a wicked grin.  “Exactly.” 

+++

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