CHAPTER 4
Jensen had heard someone coming into the warehouse but couldn’t move. His foot was hurting him about as much as his lungs were. Gods, he felt like warmed over crap, a seriously starving piece of crap, but still a piece of crap. How the hell did he get to be so unlucky in life? Jensen had barely turned eighteen when he was removed from the home he loved. His mother had
brought him to Maddox, explaining that he was to stay in this town and not wander off. He also would need to lay low until the time was right. When Jensen had asked when would that time be, his mother had said he would know. Here it had been three years―well, almost three years, and still Jensen had no idea when the time would be right, and even if it was, what was his mother expecting him to do? Jensen didn’t kno
