Chapter 37

Before they could go any further, a barrage of loud knocks rattled their front door.

“Who the hell could that be?” Matt asked, reaching for his shirt.

Vic closed his eyes, concentrating his mental ability. Matt’s wasn’t the only mind he could read, though in the years they’d been together, he had learned to tune most everyone else out until he needed to use the power. Through the connection they shared, Matt could feel Vic’s thoughts stretch out to envelop whoever stood on the opposite side of their door. The knocks came again, belligerent, and Vic groaned. “That asshole downstairs.”

Matt’s mouth dropped open. “No.”