“People who never made the cut at The Tower,” Clara explained. “Individuals who once had a chance at a great life in the real world.”
“I knew I liked them,” Julia said.
While more than a light ribbing, it also matched her own thoughts on the encounter. These hunters scared her, but she was equally leery of any group so easily accepting of her.
“I’m a hunter!” Clara said in mock anger.
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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