Amy could see the underlying terror in the woman’s face before her though she tried to act strong. Her friend’s dark blue eyes were filled with worry. Amy watched as she lifted a finger to tuck back a mop of tangled red hair from her face. A quick squeeze of her friend’s hand for reassurance was all Amy could offer. Both women knew it didn’t matter that Amy’s mission was dangerous, she had no other choice. The others in the cave were close to starvation. Amy was the strongest, pitiful as it seemed to her. “It’ll be fine, Meg,” Amy reassured her. She cast a quick glance around to check the perimeters of her vision as was habit. Dangers always lurked in the shadows when they least expected it. “I’ll be in and out of the men’s camp before they know what hit them.” “If they catch you…” “They won’t,” Amy was quick to say. She repressed a shudder of fear. Both women knew what would happen if Amy was caught. Death would be a pleasant alternative. Amy looked up at the sky.
What do You think about ARMOR [New World Book 2] (2012)?
