Chapter 107

***Levi.***

***Present day, August 31st***

"Levi" She breathed.

A balm to my soul. I ached with pleasure, hearing the sound of my name on her lips.

Groggy from the entire physical exertion of flying all the way here, I didn't care. I was with her. And that's all that mattered.

I woke up 48 hours ago from a coma at a hospital in Bogota. They said I died. I laughed when I heard that. The last time I died, I came back a demon. *This time, who was I to be?*

I was with my mum all through my coma state. I told her a lot. About Kenya. She said she saw her. She said she loved her. Called me a fool for not loving her back. I told her it was hard. I apologized to mum for all my heinous crimes. And I promised I would change.

"Levi" Kenya said my name again, this time staring straight into my eyes. Like she was seeing a ghost. *I* was a ghost. I couldn't believe I survived.

A gunshot wound to the abdominal muscle. No exit point. I was a lucky survivor, they said. A miracle story. I think God changed the situation, because with the amount of blood I had seen, I was to die.

Blake had immediately filled me in on the situation. They had killed all the intruders. None had survived. Only Rico Mendoza and four of the locals were among the casualties. It pained me. Rico had been with us through it all; the good and bad. The transition. Now he was gone. We mourned his loss. Although he had mostly left the task in the hands of five of his nephews, he was going to be highly missed. Juan, his eldest nephew was now his replacement.

"What happened to youWhy are you so thin?" She asked. Wearing a nature fairy mask. M*y nature fairy*; she looked beautiful in her dress. I had spotted her a mile away and recognized her, even in the mask.

Her party turned out eventful. Everyone talking about it on my way to meet her.

"How did you recognize me in the mask?" I asked her, hoarsely. I had picked up an earth fairy mask, knowing she loved nature. I was her slave. She pulled up her mask and I saw tears in her eyes. Genuine tears for a worthless soul like me.

"I'd always recognize you in a crowd, Levi." A tear flowed.

I inched closer, touching her face. Beautiful, sweet. I missed her so much.

I didn't even want to hear the words Dr Jorge had said about waiting a week. As soon as I was strong enough, I entered the jet and we returned to New York.

Lifting my mask, I kissed her, tasting her tears. Salty, stimulating. Her tears, my drug. My precious possessions. Not to be wasted.

Kissing her lips, drinking her in, I took all I could of her. Carving this moment to memory, forever.

"I missed you" I said into her mouth. She moaned deeply, caressing my arms. Scorching me through the sleeves of my tux.

*Yeah I managed a tux on my way here. God I needed her right now, but we were at her event.*

"LeviFinally." A voice I recognized all too well, broke our kiss. I placed another kiss on her lips, pulling away, lowering both our masks.

"Philip." I turned to face the Mayor. A fairly bulky man, who played golf well in our club. He wore a sun fairy mask. And he looked ridiculous in it.

*I don't think everyone should have put on a mask.*

Philip regarded us, slightly discomfited. Sparing us an apologetic look, he started.

"I have been calling you, all to no avail. Your workers kept on saying you travelled on a business trip. I wanted to thank you personally for the renovations you've been doing on some of the foster homes at no cost." Philip smiled, appreciatively. I felt Kenya's gaze on me. And I couldn't look, because I was afraid of what I'd see there.

"Mrs Ruthford, your husband here is a gem to New York and I don't know who else deserves being Senator than him." Philip intoned.

"Let the best man win, Philip," I simply said. I didn't want to think about elections tonight or work. Tonight was for Kenya. "Let's enjoy the party, Philip. We'll talk of work and the elections another time." I placed a hand on the small of Kenya's back, guiding her away from Philip.

"That was rude," she whispered. I grinned under my mask.

"Show me your office." I grazed the shell of her ear. She hitched a breath, turning to look at me. She had a knowing look, before she turned, leading us.

Upstairs, we entered a beautiful office that looked like her. Intimate, a mix of white, gold and emerald green. I locked the door and fingered the wallpaper. A mix of emerald green background and gold vines.

"Is green your favorite color?" I asked. I didn't know her favorite color.

"White." She muttered, watching me. I nodded. I guessed that, from her pick of clothes. "But I fell in love with emerald green, when I first stared into your eyes."

I froze, my back to her. I remembered when I first came to her house.

'*Your eyes*.' She had muttered.

I turned slowly, my gaze on her. My heart grew with a need.

Closing the distance between us, I chewed on my lower lip. My eyes raking her. I couldn't deny how much I had thought of her that day we were attacked. How I had hated myself for failing her. And when I woke up, all I thought of was coming to her.

Kenya was my light, my heart. The missing fragment in my life. If I lost her, the world was lost to me.

I kissed her. Nipped her lips.

Drank her in, until she melted into my arms, like butter.