Levi’s sleeves were rolled to where his forearms ended. He hadn’t been as clean with this one as he had in times past. Maybe he was losing his touch from his days in the Underground. Even so, he wiped the blood trickling from his arms and palm where he’d gotten sliced during an…altercation.

He was so focused on cleaning the blood from his arms that he nearly missed the soft gasp that came from behind him. He looked at the individual through the mirror and smirked.

“Welcome home, darling.”