Jungle Heat
Taylor remembered the first time she met Duke. She had grimaced at how beaten his face had looked. His nose, with strange, odd angles, appeared to have been broken several times and his jaw seemed out of alignment with the rest of his face. The skin covering his face was a mottled collection of colors and scars that had to have come from fighting and war. The usual ebony coloring was laced with lines running up and down both cheeks in an array of scar tissue that hinted at stories she wasn’t...