Zane
“You can’t be here!”
“I don’t understand the word can’t,” Locke growls in the face of the dark, curly-haired woman.
I don’t know which girl is Ameris and which is Alexis, but my mate is the one with fire in her eyes. There is a strength in those brown eyes, a determination to fight for survival.
Goddess, she is gorgeous. Caramel-covered skin, dark hair, plump lips, and almond-shaped eyes. She’s on the skinny side, meaning she hasn’t been eating enough.
Her friend, being held up by my mate, looks like she’s about to pass out. Her mocha skin looks ashy, and her lips are dry and cracked. Her dark curls are limp and look frazzled. She looks an inch away from death.
My mate and her friend, who looks the worst of the two, are half-starved. But it’s my mate’s friend who, I can tell, i
