REVA
The jet's descent was so smooth that I barely noticed the ground until the wheels touched the private runway behind Levi's home. And San Francisco stretched beyond the perimeter, the city I both loved and dreaded, patiently waiting for me.
By the time the jet came to a halt, a black luxury sedan was already waiting near the hangar, its engine running and the driver standing at attention. Everything about Levi's life moved without being a spectacle, which I appreciated, especially given everything I was going through.
The door opened for us, and Levi assisted me inside before sliding in next to me. "Drop Reva off first," he said as the car drove away, but I immediately turned toward him. "No, I'm not going to my apartment." His brow furrowed as his focus sharpened.
"You aren't? He
