Vita

Chapter Three

Levi wraps his arms around me as we settle in the queen size bed that fits perfectly in the small bedroom in the underneath part of the sailboat. I close my eyes as I rest on him and I take a deep breath. Everything seems so peaceful this summer and it feels like it will break any second, but for now I let my guard down. I'm safe with Levi.

"Eleanor?" he whispers in my ear.

"Hmm?" I was close to falling asleep, but no I resist, curious what he needs.

"So awhile back I found out that you were arrested for breaking and entering and if it doesn't bother you I was wondering if you could tell me?" he asks me politely and the memories flood back.

"It was after my father's death back in Breezewood, North Carolina," I start with the beginning, "and I was mad about my father being murdered and was determined to find whoever had killed me and get revenge. I put my mom through a lot of pain when I would mention it, but I kept on researching and investigating. One day, I found this man who was about mid-thirties and he had been my dad's coworker at the company he worked at. He lived far from Breezewood, so I spent the day driving and trying to find his house. It was in South Carolina and when I got there it was nighttime and his house was dark. I don't know what I thought I would do when I broke in. I was delirious on the thought of revenge that I just-" I stop talking, not sure what else to say.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anymore. I'm sorry for asking," he kisses me on the top of my head and I give him a sad smile.

"You're fine. I don't mind telling you, but how did you find out?" I ask.

"Mr. Asmodeus had a lot on you in his office. It was weird."

"Where would he get all that information?" I ask confused.

"I honestly don't know, but The Black Angel must have a lot of resources," he guesses.

"Yeah, I guess," I sigh, wanting to change the subject, "I'm glad I'm spending the night with you."

"I am too, I've always loved your company," he kisses my neck softly. His kisses are always soft like he's afraid I'm going to shatter like glass if he kisses me too hard. Or if he uses too much of his strength he's afraid he'll hurt me, but nothing he does will ever hurt me because my love for him is too strong.

"I love you," I whisper to him as we fall asleep together.