Jaxon woke with a pounding in his head and the sound of strange voices around him. Trying to recall what happened after he ran from Markus, he mentally cursed as he realized that his most recent memory-induced panic attack left him drained. The last thing he remembered was tripping on a rut in the road, hitting his head just hard enough to stun him. Before losing the fight to stay conscious while trying to get up off the cold ground, he’d seen a few men and women in gang colours mere feet away.
Moving slowly, he pushed himself into a sitting position and groaned. His head spun with vertigo, threatening to drag him back into the blissful darkness of oblivion. Groaning, he grunted while probing the lump forming on the side of his head. “Damn it all. Why does he have to be such a freaking je
