She counted the seconds for a reply, and as expected the words made the world tremble. Without realising, Clara managed to soak through her gown, while her hair was dripping with sweat.
The faltering smile on Evelyn’s face was a clue as to her level of concern. It seemed that the vampire truly had no idea. Clara thought back to her times with Evelyn, trying to find an instance of her sweating… I’ve never seen her sweat… ever…
The idea itself was beyond the realm of reasonable thought. It would be like a corpse sweating—ash!
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.
Leave a Reply