Chapter 72 Finding Nicholas 13

• Meanwhile, Levi, who was slumbering off on the couch, stirred, gradually opening up his eyes. He had just had a two-hour sleep. That was more than what he'd had in days. Maybe it was the price of being who he was. He lacked the desire to sleep, and this was mostly because he was able to function perfectly without it. But Margaret’s tranquil home and calm space was able to soothe his weary soul, despite her tantrums and fiery outbursts.
• He stretched, feeling refreshed, and swung his legs over the side. Margaret —her name echoed in the back of his mind, lingering for a while. She was a peculiar woman, he thought to himself. She was bold and daring, a rare breed of woman he’d found amongst humans.
• He'd met only a few people like her in his entire lifetime, people who didn't cower in his presence. Margaret happened to be the first woman who had tested his patience; despite his deadly instincts, she'd pushed him to the limit without ending up hurt by him. That intrigued him.