She’s covered in dust and dirt. A frizzy wisp of curls halos around her head, broken free of the two thick black braids running down her back. Broken bits of leaves and twigs poking out between the messy strands. Her hands are beat to hell, knuckles all scraped up. She needs a solid season of good meals, if not more. But none of it hides the fact that she’s a stunner.
