Troy stumbled through the door of his apartment, his hand pressed tight against his side. Blood seeped through his fingers, warm and sticky. The wound wasn't deep, he'd checked it twice already, but it hurt like hell. Every breath sent a sharp pain shooting through his ribs.
He slammed the door shut behind him and locked it. Both locks. The deadbolt too.
His chest heaved as he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. His vision blurred for a second, then cleared. He blinked hard, forcing himself to focus.
He was safe. For now.
He pushed off the wall and stumbled toward the bathroom, flipping on the light. The brightness made him squint. He grabbed the edge of the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His face was pale. Sweat dripped down his temples. His shirt was
