Clara might be able to hold her own, especially when armed only with the tools of their trade. Her dual shot derringer would have made short work of two… more if I have a chance to reload…
The small blade attached to Father Michael’s crucifix would have given her claws. Lastly, had she been wearing her jewellery, Clara would also have access to a garrotte to render them unconscious… tricky that…
“I’m not even sure that I can run for long before my legs give out,” Clara whispered before opening the door.
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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