CHAPTER TWELVE
Sunlight stabbed through the blinds of his cluttered bedroom—landing against Mav’s nose. He was lying on his stomach, still completely dressed in his tactical gear from the previous evening. He was fortunate that none of his Lenasia neighbors had seen him return home just before dawn. He tried rolling over to get away from the glare. A piercing pain sprinted throughout his body—causing him to remain in his original position.
Oh, fuckin’ hell.
The painkillers he had taken in the wee hours had long since worn off. He had survived last night on pure adrenaline and luck. If he had been even the slightest bit disengaged, he would have died. He slowly slid his body backwards until his boots were touching the carpeted floor.
All right, on the count of three. One. Two. Three.
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