Chapter 138

A second Levi stood there. Physically he was identical to my Levi, except he wasn't. The was an impregnable air about him. A flawlessness. I had the feeling that if he removed his shirt, there wouldn't be any scars.

I couldn't hear anything the pretender was saying, but the real Levi's face was red and the veins in his neck throbbed. I was scared he was going to stroke out from rage. My blood dagger held aloft, I rushed the pretender and bounced off some kind of shield.

"Whatever impetuous action you were about to undertake. Don't." Moran, the Queen's henchman stepped out of the revolving door, holding his motherfucker of a sword. He wore his normal white disco-inspired suit and boots, his white hair cut shorter than the last time I'd seen it.