Jeremiah was covered head to toe in dust. The bristles on his jaw were thick and patchy, like the toughest scrub clinging to life in the desert. His skin was darker than she remembered, with deep lines carved around his mouth and eyes. He looked like a leather boot that had nearly worn out its sole. Her voice hitched. “You came back.”
“Said I would, didn’t I?” He sniffed and looked around grimly. “This place is bit of a step down from where I left you.”
“How’d you even find me?”
“Girlie, I’ll always find you. I just have to look for trouble, and there you are, smack dab in the middle of it.” He paused thoughtfully. “Jezebel was a bit of a help. She was standing outside that cave like a damn beacon.” His gaze roved around as he took in Abby sitting on the ground, tracing patterns in the
