However happy I was to not have that job, the job I did have wasn't much better. I shouldn't even say this is a job. Nobody asked me to come here. Karma asked me if I was going to, but it wasn't an order. Of course, I was going to come.
I sighed as I looked at the front door of the small house. Gathering all my courage, I kicked the stand on my bike and got off. I sat my helmet on it and walked to the front door. With my fist raised, I hesitated for just a moment. Just one brief moment before knocking.
A few moments later the door swung open and everything I had planned to say died on my tongue. Jace was standing there, looking frantic and half-dead. He was a complete mess. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair was sticking up all over, and there were dark circles under his eyes. The disap
