Zephyr looked at him with a frown, but I turned my head away, not wanting to see his expression.
“Baby girl still has her head in the clouds,” Levi went on with a sigh. “Iris wouldn’t be surprised.”
I gritted my teeth.
He’d mentioned my mother three times now, and not once did he seem as upset as I expected him to be.
Sure, he’d gathered that mom and Ben had died in the massacre, but he’d yet to ask what became of them. Where they were. Pictures of the graves.
I sighed as quietly as possible.
Of course there was a chance he’d asked Zephyr all those things. Of course it was more likely that he knew they were gone and didn’t want to think about it. They were members of his Chain. Losing them would be painful.
Although, from what I’d been reading recently…losing every member of his Chain should’ve killed him.
And yet…here he was.
Fine, for better or worse.
“That control improved yet?” Levi asked. “I’m assuming you wouldn’t have come down here just to tell me you killed a bunch of people.”
“Dad,” Zephyr said, frowning.
A flare of annoyance went through me.
“Actually, I did kill a bunch of people. There was an attack on the academy yesterday.”
Levi hadn’t even bothered to ask why I was covered in blood when I’d arrived earlier. He’d asked where I’d been, then moved on to speaking out loud with Zephyr, who hadn’t realized he’d healed Levi’s ability to speak.
That, and Levi wasn’t completely paralyzed anymore. He was able to move from the waist up, now. We were going ahead with regular feedings via his feeding tube until we did more research on how to get him back to real food.
Levi’s eyebrows rose ever-so-slightly. “An attack?”
I nodded curtly. “Pilgrims. The same ones who–”
“Mm. Of course.” Levi dismissed me with a sigh, looking back to Zephyr. “There a news application on that thing?” He gestured toward the smartphone.
Zephyr looked a little shocked, then gave me an apologetic glance before he showed Levi thenews application.
I looked away, blinking to clear my vision.
Something was wrong, here. I just didn’t know what.
I was unsettled. My brain still hadn’t accepted that Landon was dead. I’d gone to text him more than once, only to remember what’d happened right before I sent the message.
I stared down at my phone, wondering when the fuck Rafe had added his number. He must have done it at some point when he stalked me, and since I’d never had a reason to go through my contact list, I’d never noticed.
Wyatt’s number was there, too.
I opened up a group chat with the two of them, then paused.
What the hell would I even say?
Hey, sorry for teleporting and leaving y’all high and dry?
Hey, sorry I picked Aiden and not you?
Hey. What’s up?
