Chapter 23
Vic’s first instinct was to tear over to Jordan’s and save Matt. He knew where the bastard lived. What harm was there in a little vigilante justice? He stormed down the hall, shucking off his work clothes as he went, intent on changing into something more comfortable for a night spent kicking ass. But as he passed the kitchen doorway, the newspaper clipping Matt had stuck to the refrigerator caught his eye. He stopped in mid-stride, stepped back, and frowned at the front page of the morning paper. What would tomorrow’s headline be? Sometime Superhero on Murderous Rampage? Superman Gone Mad?
Fuck it. He didn’t care what the press said. For the first time since he’d received the powers, he knew what they were for—to protect Matt. They came from him; they were meant to keep him
