Chapter 137 The Fine Line Separating Betrayal

• I muttered, "Tell me you don't feel it," my words just heard over the hammering of my heart.
• Levi's hands clutched the steering wheel so firmly that his knuckles became white and he focussed his sight on the road ahead. His jaw was tense as the moonlight flowed across his face.
• With gritted teeth, "Alara, this isn't the time," he replied, but the little trembling in his voice revealed his composed front.