Julia woke up in a start, like a cat interrupted during their twelfth nap of the day. She was on all fours, back curved towards the ceiling, and claws digging into the floor. She was ready to pounce, or was until she noticed Amber cowering in the corner, and remembered what she dreamed about. No wonder I deserved to rot in prison…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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