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If anyone else had asked, his response would have been immediate and angry, but this was his twin. Morgan wouldn’t ask if he wasn’t truly worried about Slade. If Slade had been broken Morgan would have been among the first to grab the emotional duct tape. “No, I don’t think so. He’s damaged, yes, but not broken.”
    “Then love on him as hard as you can.” Morgan looked at him and smiled. “He’s strong, Magnus. He’s had to be. Right now he’s dealing with not only the torture but the fact that he’s finally free and in a place where it’s okay to be weak, where he knows he’s safe. Let him get that out any way he has to.”
    “I will, but I still want to beat the shit out of the Old Man all over again.” Magnus would get that chance if the fates were willing. “But for now, I have my marching orders. I’m to protect Sylvia until I can get her home.”
    Morgan laughed. “Yeah, your mate is one bossy dude.”
    Magnus grinned, pleased. “Yup, he is.”
    Morgan shook his head and put the headphones back on. They were in the surveillance van, listening to Sylvia and Sydney chatter at each other. When the women mentioned Frederica’s plot against Logan, they exchanged a surprised look.
    Magnus’s phone rang, startling them. He checked the caller ID, quickly answering when he saw it was Slade. “What’s wrong?”
    Slade’s voice was calm but rough, the raspy tone “I don’t know, but I can sense something through the hair bracelet I gave Sylvia. I think she’s in danger.”
    When the lights went out, Magnus was out of the van and rocketing toward the front door of their apartment building, Morgan hot on his heels, his cell phone dropped somewhere in the van. There was no way the lights had gone out in one building on the block. Something was desperately wrong, and Magnus was pulling the plug on their little operation before it had even begun.
    He practically ripped the stairway door off its hinges, taking the stairs two at a time. He could barely see in the dim emergency lighting, but that didn’t even slow him down. He hauled ass to the third floor, ready to attack anything that made a move on Sylvia.
    He opened the third floor door and started running down the dark corridor, but he didn’t get very far. There was no emergency light on. Everything was black, the sense that he was not alone nearly overwhelming. He could hear muffled curses, see the flash of lights under doors as the residents attempted to find their way around their suddenly dark apartments. He found himself forced to move slowly, one hand along the wall as he felt for door numbers, praying he found the correct one and didn’t accidentally wind up scaring the shit out of some little old grandma with a meat cleaver and a justifiable homicide defense.
    A door ahead of him opened and a light flashing into the corridor. He heard Sydney’s voice, quiet and grim, shaking slightly. “No one there.”
    “Good. Let’s go.” But before the women could leave the apartment Magnus heard a shriek so loud he wouldn’t be surprised to find out that Fenris heard it all the way in Rittenhouse Square.
    “Sylvia!” Magnus put on a burst of speed as Sylvia’s scream rang out. The light moved wildly before the flashlight landed on the carpet, rolling against the wall and pointing in the opposite direction from Magnus, giving him nothing to work with.
    Whatever was here was already in the apartment with Sylvia.
    Magnus got to the door, terrified he wouldn’t be able to stop the attacker from harming his mate. His fingertips sparked in response to his fury. Morgan was right on his heels, muttering under his breath, the thunder building in his voice. Magnus pulled Mjolnir from its chain. They wouldn’t be able to throw it in the small apartment, but he wanted it ready in case their opponent was more than just a burglar.
    The sons of Thor were ready for battle.
    Magnus entered first, Mjolnir on one hand, lightning sparking from his