The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 62

“Ewww,” Julia said, “Too much information!”

“Never ask me about petting parties then.” 

Clara was smiling, enjoying the verbal riposte with the werewolf. There was a pause after those words were said, the silence filled in by the sound of tapping against the phone. 

“Oh my God!” Julia said. 

“What?”

“I can’t unsee what came up in the search results…”

“I did warn you,” Clara reminded. 

“That may as well have been a dare,” Clara said before taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry for losing it back in that forest.”

“All good… no apology needed.”

a moody, high-contrast, cinematic photograph set in a lavish 1920s American parlor, illuminated by soft, warm candlelight and adorned with opulent furnishings, rich velvet drapes, and intricately patterned rugs, where several stylishly attired couples, with fedoras, flapper dresses, and pearl necklaces, are passionately kissing each other, surrounded by an abundance of fine crystal, overflowing champagne flutes, and delectable canapés on ornate silver platters, with a hint of smoke wafting from expensive cigars, and the atmosphere thick with romance, jazz, and sophistication, evoking the glamour and excess of the Roaring Twenties.

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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