Chapter 28
For one glorious second, confusion flickered across Jordan’s face. Matt felt a smug grin tug at his lips. His head filled with a roar of vengeance so loud, Matt was surprised Jordan didn’t hear it escape like steam pouring from his ears. Saved, Matt wanted to crow, but the thought struck him speechless. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to frighten Jordan, but all that came out was another shout, “Vic!”
Jordan jumped as if goosed. Before he could say anything, the door to the bedroom was ripped from its hinges, metal squealing in protest, wood splintering with a thunderous sound like judgment raining down. He didn’t even have time to glance over his shoulder before viselike fists bunched in his bathrobe and hauled him off the bed. Matt felt Jordan’s hands scramb
