I follow the gravel path past the cages toward one on the end separated from all of the rest. A massive white and black-striped creature lounges on top of a raised platform, his tail flickering at the end. Solomon. Lines radiate from his face, along his back, and down his legs. My fingers brush the raised ridges zig zagging across my own wrists. Are his stripes so different than mine?

I love this book and can’t wait for you to meet Sam, my troubled heroine with a past she desperately tries to keep hidden.