43: It Still Feels Like I've Been Lied To

A few hours go by before there’s a gentle tap against the door. “Nova,” another knock before it creaks open. Levi comes to stand in the middle of the room, phone extended in hand. “It’s all yours.” He’s relieved to have me back home, but his brows are stern and his eyes are glazed.

Is it from one of his phone calls he had to make? Or is it due to me and the pain I put him through and I’m just noticing it now? The truths that came out, me defending Gideon and let’s not forget me getting tortured. I can see where it’s too much to bear.

I find it hard to meet his stare as his brown eyes burn into me. “Thanks,” I mutter as I take the phone.

He doesn’t linger, which has my mind reeling even more. More what ifs and maybes run through my head. Once alone, I unlock his phone intending to pull up Lyra’s number, but my eyes fixate on the last number that Levi called.

Wes. Why did he call Wes? It’s a stupid question. I know why he called Wes. But I don’t find it necessary to call him mere hours