The space was linear and expansive, which featured several smaller alcoves built into the walls. There was furniture, weapons, and clothing everywhere. Everything a gal needs for waging war on their enemy.
“Where the fuck are we?” Julia asked.
Julia’s heart rate spiked, the sudden change in scene must have triggered a wave of anxiety… or is it due to the confinement?
All around here there were steady heart beats, several by the sounds of it. Either this was a trap, or a test to prove that Clara once belonged.
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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