My eyes remained fixed on Stefan Cage.
The name still felt strange inside my head.
Yet somehow threatening.
The closer he got, the more I understood why Levi seemed so tense.
There was something unsettling about him.
Not because he looked angry.
Actually, it was the opposite.
He looked far too calm like someone who genuinely didn't care about consequences.
The cigarette remained balanced between his lips.
Smoke curled around him lazily as he walked.
His hands were tucked into the pockets of his dark trousers and his pace was unhurried as though blocking our vehicle in the middle of the road was nothing more than a casual afternoon activity.
My stomach tightened. "What does he want?"
The question escaped before I could stop it.
Levi remained silent for a moment.
The tension ra
