Matt was still sitting on the floor of the elevator, banging his head back against the wall in time with the mantra of his lover’s name that scrolled through his thoughts, when he felt Vic’s presence flood his mind. With a jerk, he sat up straight, his heart pounding in relief. “Vic?”
Across the small car, Roxie eyed him warily. “No,” she said, cautious. “He’s not here. You okay, Matt?”
He shook his head and closed his eyes to shut her out. ::Vic?:: he called out mentally. ::Oh God, Vic, we’re stuck in an elevator and I’m about this close to losing it, I swear. I hate these things.::
The sensation of strong arms enveloped him, a psychic bear hug that chased away the fear gnawing at the edges of his sanity. ::I’m on my way.:: Vic sounded so reasonable, so sure, that his confidence hel
