By dusk, the jungle was no longer so sweltering, but the mosquitoes had multiplied. Sienna Johnson, though dressed in long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, found the thin fabric offered no defense against the mosquitoes' long proboscises.
Sienna Johnson was a mess. Her face was dotted with several red, swollen mosquito bites, strikingly obvious on her fair skin. Adrian Desmond stopped and stared at this troublesome woman, saying nothing.
Sienna Johnson knew she was slowing him down and explained, "I'm sorry. I attract mosquitoes."
"We'll see if you dare to run next time!" Adrian Desmond threatened fiercely.
Of course, she'd run!
SLAP... Sienna Johnson slapped her own face. The corpse of a mosquito, engorged with her blood, lay on her palm. She shuddered, hastily wiping it clean with a leaf. Adrian Desmond was angry with her, and she felt wronged; she had never endured such hardship in her life.
