Clara believed that the cuts in her restraint were deep enough to free herself. How much a would free hand matter against an older vampire was a different matter altogether… I have no point of reference…
“I don’t know?” Clara replied.
A reply that was both truthful and furthered her agenda. If Evelyn did not know why, or how her progeny was sweating, then this was new territory… If they covered sweating vampires at The Tower, then I must’ve slept through it…
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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