The rain had soaked through everything — my clothes, my bag, my soul. I could barely feel my fingers. Cars moved past me, their headlights blinding me for an instant, then disappearing into the dark.
One slowed down.
Reversed.
I held my breath.
It stopped directly in front of me, engine humming. I stared as the door swung open.
Levi?
He stepped out holding an umbrella, his shirt already damp, his brows pulled together like the sight of me was painful to him.
He walked over without saying a thing, holding the umbrella above my head.
"What are you doing here, looking all…" He trailed off. "What happened?"
I didn't know.
I didn't know why the tears were coming from my eyes.
But they were.
And he didn't flinch. He bent down until he could wrap his strong arms around me, pulling me into a hug as if it did not matter that I was soaked, shaking and broken. "Hey, hey," he murmured, his voice soft, a low rumble against my ear.
