“Clara? Say something?” Julia said.
The voice inside her head distracted her and she nearly missed grabbing onto a pew to steady herself. Clara’s heart was beating wildly, her veins pumping adrenaline as quickly as she produced it… feels like I’m a hare running from the fox!
Right by the door there was Jack holding his nose as a fresh dose of crimson poured out through his fingers… Why didn’t I question myself about him even being in this town?
Clara had no way of knowing which way he entered nor if someone else was here. So she ran for the main doors and used her shoulder to open them hard. The heavy oak doors slammed against the wall but there was no one there to greet her.
With her third option expended, Clara ran towards the sea… I might be able to sell myself in exchange for safe passage out of here…
It was hardly a desirable option but having hunters after her was a factor she never considered.
“Horse… fucking… feathers,” Clara swore in between breaths.
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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