“Our hopes grew when your… vessel? Whatever—its heart started up again…”
“I have no memory of that,” Julia said.
“I’d count your fucking lucky stars,” Julia said. “There was not much left of you. It may have taken Jesus three days to rise from the dead, but it took you three weeks just to start breathing again.”
Clara gasped, as that immediately made her realise how hard it would have been on Evelyn.
“It must have been hell for you two,” Clara said.
“I have to hand it to that corpse—Evelyn,” Julia began. “The love of her life was dead, possibly coming back to life due to an alternate self, her sire had to be locked up, and she still carried on as though it was a regular affair.”
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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