Levi’s POV
“Damn it! What are we going to do about Keith?” I asked Marco and Stanz, my voice hoarse with frustration.
It had already been three days since our little brother was captured. Three days of silence, dread, and waiting. But we knew—I knew—he was still alive. That unspoken bond between us hadn’t faded. It pulsed faintly in my chest like a thread stretched to its limit but not yet snapped. If he were dead, we’d feel it in our bones.
Keith wasn’t just our brother. He was the heart of our trio. Our compass. Losing him wasn’t an option.
“He wouldn’t snitch,” Stanz muttered quietly, echoing my thoughts.
“Never,” I agreed. “Even under torture, he’d hold the line. That’s Keith.”
But then again, it wasn’t about whether he would talk. It was that he had nothing to give. Keith was lo
