The church bells chimed in the distance, their sound carried by the breeze. The scent of brine and low tide assaulted her senses and mercifully carried away the scent of his seed.
“Speaking of which,” Jack began.
He searched through his pockets for some change. With all the noise he made, Clara expected there to be a small fortune. Instead, he produced six silver coins. The sight of which had a sobering effect on Clara… I won’t let him see how much this hurts…
Clara closed her legs and pulled up a blanket, to cover herself. She was not wearing much, little more than a slip. For a woman who approached vampires stark naked, Clara never before felt more exposed and vulnerable.
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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