I was intimidated by the young man who had appeared in our path - I knew that Brooke would keep me safe, but this guy had come out of nowhere, and I felt like Brooke should have noticed a guy who looked like Blake lurking around.
He was average height, but he was well built and I knew from the bruise that had not quite faded fully across Blake’s jaw that he was not afraid of throwing his weight around.
He had scruffy black hair, and he was wearing a tight black t-shirt and black jeans with combat boots without a jacket despite the fact it was pretty cold. His forearms were covered in black and white tattoos. From what I could see they were all portraits of people I did not recognize, and even at a glance it was obvious the tattoos were the kind of high-quality work that cost thousands of
