Her feet left deep imprints in the sand, and Blaire knew she was dehydrated; her skin stood up when she pinched it, and her mouth was parched.

How long had she been unconscious?

It was a nice beach; white sand, azure waters, and frilly palm trees marked the beginning of a deep jungle.

She lay against one, chest heaving with the effort to stay awake.

What a nightmare.

I should be in Kenya, Blaire thought, blinking her eyes blearily. I should be in my tent with… – oh, Christ!

She frantically looked at her left hand, and sighed in relief when she saw the golden ring winking back at her.

At least that hadn’t been taken from her.

Food…water.

It was the endless mantra that ran through her head. Blaire knew that she needed sustenance. Her rumbling stomach and inflamed tongue testified to the fact.

Forcing her legs to work, Blaire started to stumble a way down the beach again.