Sixty-seven:
Evander Gordon
Someone was standing over me. One of the most handsome men I had ever seen. Tall, with brown eyes that radiated the kind of warmth that made him easy to trust. “f*****g hell,” I muttered. I knew exactly who was standing before me. It was the last person that I wanted to see. “Orion Spires.”
“Actually, I’m going by Jack these days,” said the revolutionary.
My head hurt, and there was something sticky on the side of it. “Jack?”
“Yes,” he said, “it’s part of a game that I’m playing, to get what I want.”
“Which is Most Annoying Person of The Year Award?” I asked. “What the hell am I doing here?”
“You tried to take something that’s mine,” said Orion---Jack----whoever the hell he was. The asshole of epic proportions. “So, all I did
