"Now is your time to explain yourself, Heather," Levi said and put down the mug on the table. Okay, when did I give him permission to touch our belongings, let alone make himself at ease in order to get him a cup of coffee?
"What?" he chuckled when I glared at the mug he was now holding. He took a sip. "Do you want me to spit the coffee? Uhmm, it’s delicious. Where did your parents get this brew? "
I gave him a warning look before I spoke. "I’m letting this slip because you’ve saved David," I said. Continuing, "And your question a while ago. I don’t understand what you mean. " I whispered and looked at David, whose eyes were half-opened. I’m pretty sure he was listening to us and, well, he was still alive after that nerve-wracking scenario I’ve seen in my whole damned life.
"What I mean
