Violet Myers, Jasmine Sherni ((free)) Direct

The man pounded on the door. "Please! I can’t see anything out here! The sand is blinding!"

Suddenly, a heavy thud echoed against the roof. Both women froze. It wasn't the sound of wind. It was footsteps. violet myers, jasmine sherni

Jasmine smirked, the adrenaline fading into a watchful alertness. "I still prefer the coyotes." The man pounded on the door

Violet exchanged a look with Jasmine. The fear in the man's voice sounded genuine. Jasmine opened the door wider, stepping aside but keeping the wrench visible. picking up her book again

Violet walked back to the table and sat down, picking up her book again, though she didn't open it. She looked at Jasmine, who was still standing guard by the door, eyes sharp.