“They were expecting you to attack?” Julia whispered.
Julia was correct, this group was here to delay her. The next step would have been to blow The Tower and entomb her under tonnes of stone and debris. If it worked for Dorothy, it might work on me.
The werewolf chose not to add anything to her earlier statement, which was wise. The walls had ears and Clara was effectively a curiosity to staff and students alike. Some would like nothing better than to dissect me to prove angels don’t exist.
“I never caught your name,” Clara said to the man who led the defence.
By then the applause had died down enough to start a dialogue. One she hoped would yield answers.
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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