He was my knight in shining armour, and she was nothing more than a wench in my mind. With their love in the thick a line is drawn, and Levi just may cross it. Jealousy takes residency and the thought of losing him is very real. With a wedge put between them like the Great Wall of China, sometimes the words must be spoken before their love becomes broken. The sharpie is a sword, but who are we really fighting - ourselves or our fears?