She squints at me suspiciously. “Is there anything else I should know about?”
“What do you mean?” I ask, the hairs on the back of my neck rising.
“I mean… is there something going on between the two of you? Like… romantically?”
I almost snort at her choice of words, though I manage to hold in my reaction at the last second. “There is nothing going on between us. He’s made it very clear that I’m nothing more than his hostage. In the nicest sense of the word.”
I smile. “You swear like your brother.”
“Where do you think I learned it from?”
I can see it on her face: she’s a good kid, a principled one. Which is probably why seeing me down here is so hard for her to process. But she also loves Uri. Which is another reason this is hard for her to process.
She and Lev—they’re both just chil
