Chapter 30

“Get some rest,” Seb said, his voice softer, his free hand cupping Levi’s nape to draw him back down. “And for the sake of all that is good, stop thinking so much. You’ll be much happier in the long run for it. Trust me.”

As his eyes gently shut, Levi only had one thought.

I don’t think I could ever be happier than this, anyway. 9

The bed shook beneath Seb’s cheek, and he lifted his head away from the pillow in time to see Otto’s fist come crashing down. Survival instincts took over. His arm shot up to deflect the blow, while he twisted in the opposite direction to get beyond Otto’s reach.

He was on his feet with his footlocker between them when he realized it was morning. Sunlight streamed in through the open tent flap. Levi was nowhere to be found.

“You son of a bitch,” Otto growled. He looked like hell. A nasty bruise shadowed the outer corner of his left eye. Bertie must have clocked him after they’d left. “Where is he?”

He feigned ignorance. “Who?”