Sacrifice
The air was so thick, Annja Creed felt she could use her sword to slice it open. But doing so wouldn't affect the extreme humidity that seemed to surround her every second of the day. Even when the blistering sun didn't penetrate the thick canopy of the jungle, she could still feel the heat of its merciless rays burning down. Something as simple as taking a breath felt as if she was swallowing thick porridge.
She'd already resolved herself to the one simple fact about being in the jungle—she would never be dry. Her clothes clung to her, accentuating every curve of her body. They were soaked through with sweat and the twice-daily rains that haunted her new home.
It wasn't a home she wanted to live in. But, for the moment, she had no choice.
She worked her hands behind her back, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her wrists. The handcuffs didn't help matters.
She stretched to get her hands under her, hoping she'd eventually be able to slide them under her legs so her hands ended up in front of her rather than behind her. A stream of sweat ran down her face for her efforts.
Annja took a deep breath and sighed. How do they stand it here? she wondered. She'd been in ... read full excerpt from: Sacrifice ebook
