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Chapter 12

Good morning!
Sorry I've been absent a couple of days. Thank you soo much for the birthday wishes! 🥰🥰

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Stepping out of the shower, Illyria dried herself off and slipped on her bra and Levi’s shirt. She inhaled the scent, smiling softly and brushed her hair back. Stepping back into the bedroom she found her knickers on the bed and slipped them back on before going into the captains office.

Levi sat at his desk doing paperwork, she pottered over to his bookshelf and browsed through his collection. Levi watched her curiously. She pulled out a book and then silently walked over to the couch, popping herself down on the sofa, pulling her legs up to her chest and opening the book, starting to read silently. Levi’s eyes narrowed a little but he didn’t pass comment, turning his attention back to his work.

After about half an hour there was a knock at the door and Levi called for them to enter, arranging his work neatly. Illyria looked at Levi a little shocked. She wasn’t exactly dressed for company! Quickly she put her legs down just as the door opened and two boys entered the room, each carrying a bowl of food. Levi stood and approached them, instructing them to put it down and muttering his thanks. One of the boys caught sight of Illyria and he blinked, needing to double take for a moment, not quite believing his own eyes. Illyria looked away, feeling quite embarrassed, then Levi dismissed them. Once they had left, Illyria stood up and walked over to the armchair in front of Levi’s desk as he examined the soup and sat at the other side.

“You could have let me put some pants on before letting them in, you know?” Illyria grumbled, taking a seat in front of the captain and bringing the bowl and bread closer to her. Levi smirked.

“Your pants are in the bedroom, Light. If you had any intention of wearing them surely you would have put them on after your shower?” he gave a small shrug, stirring his soup with a small look of distaste.

“Besides, you knew food was on the way. It’s not my job to force you to get dressed like a child.” Illyria rolled her eyes as she picked up her spoon and took a mouthful of soup.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” Illyria looked at the man in front of her who was fixing her with a firm glare and she gave a soft smile.

“Sorry sir.” His eyes twitched, not really sure if she was being genuine or not but he let it go. The two ate quietly together, Illyria occasionally making odd conversation here and there, which seemed to relax the tense atmosphere a little. Illyria couldn’t figure this man out. One moment he was her captain, acting as though nothing untoward had ever happened between them, the next he was, different. He would smile, make a joke, then there was the much softer side he had revealed earlier when tending to her bruises. Though that side seemed nowhere to be found right now. Illyria wondered if it had been a fluke. Sometimes he seemed quite relaxed in her company and other times it was like he was on edge, tense and guarded.

She pushed away the empty bowl and crusty bread and gave a small stretch, raising her arms above her head and groaning softly. She felt tired, the whole day had been one big emotional rollercoaster and physically draining. The mission, the incident with the captain, it had all taken all the energy out of Illyria. Levi noticed her sudden lapse of energy, realising it was quite late by now and he probably should have dismissed her hours ago. But if he was being completely honest, he didn’t want to.