It surprised Clara that she did not receive a picture in return, but Evelyn might have been busy. For all she knew the vampire had just finished sending a lover into one of her famous sex-induced stupors.
The imagery that came from that thought got under her skin. Her wet thumbs went white from pressing against the screen, which popped the phone from her hands and sent it plopping into the water. As her eyes glowed blue, Sparky laughed maniacally.
“Horsefeathers,” Clara swore.
That emotional lapse was highlighting her vulnerability. Clara buried the voice, banishing Sparky to the deepest recesses of her mind. Once centred, she reached for her phone, and shook it vigorously.
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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