Ruby’s POV
I stood frozen, staring at the face of a dead man.
Levi.
It couldn’t be.
Manson had told me he killed his brother. Had seen the life leave his eyes. Had burned his body himself.
Yet here he was, standing before me under the pale moonlight, his golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
Fear slithered down my spine, but I forced myself to hold my ground. "You’re supposed to be dead."
Levi smirked. "Funny thing about death, it’s rarely permanent in our world."
My heart pounded as I took a cautious step back. I needed to get to Manson. He had to know about this.
Levi must have sensed my intent because his smirk faded, and his expression turned sharp. "If you run, I won’t chase you. But if you scream… well, I can’t promise things won’t get messy."
I clenched my jaw. "
