Chapter 222

"Oh là là." Avril ran a hand over my body, all manner of French and probably filthy thoughts whispering in my head as she thrust out my chest in Levi's direction and flicked my hair back. "Are you my welcome-back present?"

Levi clamped his lips together, his shoulders shaking.

I was going to kill him. We'd agreed he should ask the questions in case I was in no condition to once Jonah had bonded Avril to me or in case she responded better to a man. Seems I'd made the right call. Still.

I squashed the dagger starting to manifest in my palm.

"Two minutes, forty seconds," the head guard said.

"Avril, ma chère." Levi kissed her hand. "Je suis enchanté à vous rencontrer."

Fine. Avril and I both swooned at how a simple statement turned into word porn in Levi's low gravelly voice, but we were on the clock here. I muscled my way back into control and stepped on his foot.