Hurt resonated in his heart more than his injured body as he shuffled to the elevator. But he had to see Megan, ensure that she was okay. The thought of the Tryn attacking her, harming her, made panic wrap a vice around his chest and he couldn't draw a deep enough breath.

Levx stopped at his apartment only long enough to throw on a T-shirt, jacket, and jeans and the gauze covering his injuries. While he dressed, he called her cell. Voicemail. Sh*t!

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