Chapter 18

Levi sagged when it shut. In that moment, he looked as defeated as Seb felt.

This was his chance. The opening he needed to get Levi alone and sweet-talk him into keeping his appointment. But Seb’s feet remained firmly planted behind the tree, his legs as stalwart as the aged trunk. While this might be perfect timing for getting the task done, it was also his one opportunity, a real one, to do something completely unselfish. Maybe he could find something else Bertie would be willing to barter for, to keep Levi from—

A flutter of Levi’s fingers derailed his thoughts. He watched, enraptured, as Levi skimmed his palm along the top of the fence. In its wake, splinters of wood eddied in the air, twisting around in a wind Seb didn’t feel, coming together to bind, merge into a single smooth piece. The slim stick tumbled atop the fence once and then again, trailing after Levi as he ambled to the rear of the yard, his mind clearly elsewhere.