Inheritance An Abraham Seed Novel
Chapter # 3 pg 80
Grant was not
the boy Zahila remembered as the long, wiry, happy go lucky sixteen-year-old.
He has grown into that lanky frame, filling it out with thick ripped sinew. He
was always handsome, but now his features personified manhood, in an intimidating
street warrior kind of way. Thick curly black hair fell to his shoulders and
swayed slightly in the breeze as he set his black ominous eyes on her.
Grant’s thick
eyebrows were set in a deep scowl against his flawless black face and his
strong roughed jaw- line throbbed under a full rich unruly beard. There was
something in his demeanor. Something just underneath his cool exterior, that
she sensed was dark and lethal. She thought it would be wise to take a step
back. No, this wasn’t the boy she knew.
Zahila was
about to thank Grant for his help when he spoke in a deep thundering voice that
had her stomach quivering. “Are you hurt?”
Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin
