To unwind, Clara ran a hot bath and turned on the jets. While an unfamiliar experience, she fell in love with the combination of heat, pressure, and bubbles. If only it weren’t so loud.
With wings unfurled, she sank into the water and let the heat and bubbles work their magic. For the first time in weeks, all was quiet on the Western Front. I wonder if being in my natural form put the sisters on mute?
Clara luxuriated in that silence until her phone sent pulses through the metal frame of the tub.
“I wonder who that could be,” Clara said grimly.
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.