Clara leaned over the table, and slapped Ada. The impact was hard enough to echo throughout the vacant clip joint, but would not leave a mark… other than my sister’s pride.
Ada’s mouth took on the shape of a gaping O and those eyes widened. That lasted for several heartbeats before she regained her composure.
“You’re going to get a nasty migraine with all that clenching,” Clara said.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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