When I take a second peek, I spot Lev. He’s been tied to a chair by his legs and arms. His head is bent so low that his chin is practically touching his chest. He’s shaking slowly, a simmering, full-body roll that betrays his state of terror.
I want to f*****g murder every single person who did this to him.
Soon enough, that’s exactly what I’ll do.
I just need to figure out a way to get in and make sure he doesn’t get hurt in the process. This is my whole job. Making sure Lev is safe. Making sure Polly is safe. Making sure Alyssa is—
I shake my head, trying to force her name out of the equation. She’s not family. She’s not mine to protect.
It’s Lev and Polly I need to take care of. They are mine to protect. And if I can’t do that… if I can’t keep them safe…
Anxiety rolls through my b
