Divine Justice: Conner’s Beginning
Conner Evans was, in three words, unlucky, unappreciated, and unliked. To say that he lived in hell was an understatement. He lived in a degree of hell that only the devil could stand. Standing at somewhere around six foot two inches tall, he wasn’t a lightweight. Conner had some muscle built up from everyday things like running form stray dogs in the neighborhood or lifting furniture to appease his god awful foster parents. He wasn’t ugly by any means, sporting brown hair with some strange mixture of black and blonde thrown in and a set of hazel colored eyes. Somehow, with a decent grade of intelligence and some dashing good looks, he was unlucky. If anyone had told Conner Evans that his life was about to change for the better in one summer he would …