The moment Novah saw Dottie face to face, a few things went through her mind.
One was that Dottie, despite looking dead on her feet, was beautiful. Her ash blonde hair was light, cropped just below her ears and curly. Her hazel eyes were bright against her eyelashes and she could see the array of freckles decorating across her face. Novah doesn't think she met anyone else who also had thick amounts of freckles like herself, not that she was complaining. And she was tall too, almost as tall as Cairo.
Another was what was she? Although she was beautiful, something ran through Novah the moment they locked eyes, that caused the hair in the back of her neck to stand up. She had tilted her head as she stared at Dottie and the blonde gave her a tired but curious smile in return. She must have
