“I’m not even sure that I can run for long before my legs give out,” Clara whispered before opening the door.
Her legs were sore just from walking the distance. As a hunter, Clara could dance all night and still had enough left in her to kill and dispose of a vampire… I’ve never felt so vulnerable around men…
“I prefer breaking them,” Clara whispered.The thought brought a smile to her lips, which faded away as she dipped her hand in a pool of holy water and made the sign of a cross… At least my skin isn’t burning…
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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