That was Samantha Russell.
Okay, and Samantha Russell can help explain things…why?
He doubted Samantha would have any information that would help, but felt they had nothing to lose and was eager to meet Elisabeth's best friend.
Samantha, this is Jackson.
Samantha stood at 5'10 with caramel colored skin and curly jet-black hair that fell to the middle of her back.
Samantha slapped his face gently.
Samantha didn't take her eyes off the flame, That's not necessarily true.
Samantha crossed her arms.
Samantha cautioned him, I would not mess with this.
Samantha winked at him.
That is very gracious of you Samantha, but completely unnecessary.
Samantha put a leash on Nickolai.
I know I can't do anything to plead your case, but what if Samantha spoke to them and told them what happened here.
They took Samantha home and asked her to visit soon.
Elisabeth sighed, "Samantha thinks you may be right about the whole protection thing."
When he returned home, he called Samantha Russell.
Mr. Parrish, you may have won over my daughter and Samantha with your good looks and schmaltzy charm, but let me assure you, I am not in the least impressed by your God's-gift-to-women bullshit.
Samantha thinks you two are destined for greatness.
Are you aware of what happened when Samantha mixed our blood?