Chapter 45

“I’m sorry,” Levi said softly from behind him.

Well, not quite alone. 13

As much as his heart jumped at the sight of Seb in the doorway, Levi didn’t want to have this conversation with him now. His head ached, and his eyes felt like they’d been scrubbed with sand, but more than that, he didn’t want to face Seb’s disapproval.

Seb didn’t want to talk to him, either, if the speed at which he’d tried to walk Dr. Kraft out was any indication.

He stood just inside the tent, more unkempt than Levi had ever seen him. His hair had come free of its lacing, strands blown wildly around his angular face, while his waistcoat hung open, sweat soaking through his shirt. More perspiration gleamed across his forehead and cheeks, skin reddened from the heat, but it was his eyes, darker and more feral than they’d even been the night they’d shared, that unnerved Levi the most.

“What on earth do you have to be sorry for?” Seb said.