Levi’s POV
I had been pacing around my study for so long that the carpet must have felt worn under my shoes. The night outside was quiet, but nothing in my brain was feeling alright. Declan sat on the edge of the long table, watching me move back and forth like I had lost every ounce of calm I ever had. He kept rubbing his forehead, probably tired of telling me the same thing over and over.
“Levi,” he said again, “you need to calm down. We will figure out a way to talk to her. You cannot keep working yourself up like this. You have guests here, and we still need to get through tomorrow without causing trouble.”
I stopped walking for a moment, but my hands were shaking. I turned to him, feeling the frustration clawing inside me. “How do you expect me to calm down? Everything fell apart i
