“I haven’t seen one of your kind in almost a century,” Smiley said.
“Sounds about right. What gave me away?” Clara asked.
“That religious trinket of yours for one, and your scent,” Smiley said.
“No fair!” Clara exclaimed before pouting. “I showered.”
“At least there will be plenty of alcohol coursing through your veins,” Smiley said as they converged.
“Oh, I doubt that,” Clara said in a steady voice.
Her eyes came to life once more, flooding the room in electric-blue light.
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 Pexels.
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