Julia showed signs of irritation, her face slowly hinting that she was on the verge of taking action. This was a problem, because Clara was the obvious target, and had no reason to suspect Julia.
Clara blipped for a second. She appeared right by Julia and whispered into her ear.
“Stop. They think you’re human.”
Before Julia had the opportunity to realise what was said, Clara was back in place. Bolts continued to be fired at her, and her wings deflected them with ease… I can’t keep this up for long…
On occasion she grabbed one out of the air and snapped it in half. Clara thought that anyone approaching a winged woman who moved fast enough to steal a bolt in mid-air would give them a reason to reconsider… Not when dealing with fanatics…
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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