Chapter 221

Almost dying had given me a clarity about how much I wanted to live. I took the fear and adrenaline and anxiety of my near-death encounter and honed it into a weapon. Whatever Chariot threw at me, I'd overcome it. I would win.

But I wasn't sure if I'd ever be warm again. And not just warm like the way Moran's blanket had felt, like an emergency ebbing back to survival, but warm, like cozy. Like feeling truly at home and happy again.

"I should go," I said, twisting around to face Levi. "Thank you."

He caressed my jaw with his knuckles and met my gaze, the silence between us as sweet as cotton candy. It didn't take away our hurt or resolve anything, but knowing we could exist outside everything and act from our hearts, mattered.

The moment shifted and spun away. I mimed punching back in but Levi gently caught my fist.

"We're fighting together now," he said. "If you sense Chariot is close, call me."