I turned a polite smile on the speaker, then almost swallowed my tongue, because the person before me was Levi in thirty years. A handsome man with a winning smile, he was the last person you'd suspect of physically harming his child, but I'd seen the scars. I'd seen how Levi carried himself to conceal them or illusioned them away, how he'd startled when I'd felt them under my fingertips the first time. How he'd honed his own power so he'd be able to make them disappear longer. Now here ...