“Oh, I can get it up,” Erik said while pointing down the alley.
As humans, Clara or Evelyn might not have the time to signal for help. A night of hard drinking stripped them of reason…
“He’s—(all yours.)”
“Clara, Bastet requests permission to join,” Silver said.
Clara hid her frustration from getting cut off. Now was not the time to waste on coordination.
“Kitty wants to play,” Clara said in Latin.
Those words caused the drunks to look at each with furrowed brows. It was a dead language, so very few people heard it spoken aloud, especially in their age group.
“Sure,” Evelyn said with a smile.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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