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Levi
This time when he awakened from his faint, or whatever it had been, Levi realized he wasn’t alone. Once again, he was lying on the bed in the comfortable room that was now his prison, but now the wing chair from the alcove had been pulled up next to him, and a young woman sat there, watching him with a quizzical air, as if she wasn’t quite sure what to make of what she was seeing.
Holding back a groan, he forced himself to a sitting position. His head throbbed, and the edges of his vision seemed fuzzy. That had been quite the blow. The thing was, he hadn’t even seen Joaquin Escobar hit him. Perhaps he hadn’t…not physically, anyway. Levi recalled that Matías had done much the same thing on the demons’ plane, and was slightly annoyed with himself for falling prey to the same ploy.
