Clara felt helpless, bouncing up and down as Evelyn took her steps. She was facing aft, giving her a great view of those bare legs and ass… lucky that I’m not prone to motion sickness…
There was activity all around them, several heartbeats converging on their former home, while others fanned throughout the hotel. What they lacked was coordination, which was a good sign… a mob is more unpredictable, and a lot less likely to strategize…
They made it up seven flights before the sound of boots registered from below. Evelyn and Julia hastened their pace, but their pursuers were determined.

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