Those were all valid points, and Clara had grown accustomed to the killjoy that was Ethereal. However, the goddess of ghosts and necromancy often said what others avoided.
“There’s a potential for allies?” Clara said.
“Zealots who would just as likely kill you… and Evelyn… as they would any other unnatural being,” Ethereal said.
Clara took in a sharp breath, her eyes flashing blue a second. It hinted at her irritation, even if someone had a point.
“Sister!” Silver said.
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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