He exhaled slowly, the corners of his eyes tight, and a deep weariness etched in the slump of his shoulders. Then he shook it off, fastening his top shirt button for extra fortification. "Until I get some answers and some clarity, you're stuck with me on this."

Part of me sympathized with him.

The rest devised how best to push him off a cliff.

"Maybe Gavriella Behar isn't her real name and she's not a Rogue," I said.

"It is," Levi said. "There's a birth ...