Clara’s phone chipped, a single pulse vibrated through the nightstand. While it was barely audible, it was enough to wake her up entirely. Her sense of hearing was sharper than what it had been as a human hunter.
Her eyes shot open and quickly out together where she was. The scent of vanilla was further away and realised that Evelyn was cocooned in the bedsheets… That makes things easier…
She moved her wings out from the top of her. It was tricky to get a good night’s sleep with a pair of black feathered wings. While she could not wrap herself in blankets like Evelyn was doing, her wings did keep her warm at night.
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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