Chapter 89

I turned a polite smile on the speaker, then almost swallowed my tongue, because the person before me was Levi in thirty years. A handsome man with a winning smile, he was the last person you'd suspect of physically harming his child, but I'd seen the scars. I'd seen how Levi carried himself to conceal them or illusioned them away, how he'd startled when I'd felt them under my fingertips the first time. How he'd honed his own power so he'd be able to make them disappear longer. Now here Isaac was openly throwing his support against the Nefesh community that his son led.

Levi was wrong. We weren't the monsters.

On the other side of the room, Arkady had perfected the art of surveilling without appearing to be watching. It was all in the angle of the body and the tilt of the head allowing for slightly more peripheral vision.

Talia subtly nudged me and I found my voice. "Yeah. Five summers at good old Camp Ruach."