Chapter 48

I checked Rick's pulse. "He's unconscious but breathing," I said into the mic. "Pulse is a bit elevated. Get a paramedic."

I pushed to my feet, chest heaving.

The plaza fell silent for two seconds. Then it went wild. Pure pandemonium.

All the cops and Miles' team could barely restrain people from rushing me-as-Levi.

Heh. This wouldn't stop any time soon. Levi was going to hate everyone wanting a piece of him. There was just one more thing to do. I flung my arms up in victory, smirking at the flurry of cameras that went off. If I was lucky, this photo would haunt His Lordship for the rest of his life.

I glanced over at Levi, still my doppelganger. He was doing that rapid blinking thing again. Before I could take more than three steps toward him so he could drop the illusion, a microphone was shoved in my face.

"I'm Leah Nichols, here with Levi Montefiore." A black female reporter in a smart green suit stood next to me. "That was amazing."