Bruce
I hated pain, but only in certain circumstances. The throbbing in my back, just a few inches above my hip, was one of those circumstances. It could have been avoided. There were also a few more pains in other places—bruises I knew about and perhaps a stab close to my lung, which was likely why it was so difficult to breathe. I began huffing desperately for air, even with the window rolled down and the breeze blowing in. But nothing seemed fast enough.
"Damn it," I cursed as I slammed my foot on the gas, heading straight for the closest apartment I could think of—the one I had found in Juliana's file. I screeched to a stop outside her building and marched straight in, ignoring the security guards and the systems at the entrance. I glared at the doorman, baring my teeth. "Do that on
