Levi Ackerman Novels & Stories

"You want me to pretend to be your fiancée." Levi took a slow sip of his drink, his gray eyes never leaving her face. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the crystal. "It’s a simple arrangement. You need a roof over your head, protection from the people who erased you, and eventually, the truth about who you are. I need a weapon."