As suspected, Eleanor did not appear to be bothered by the nudity, nor the wings. However, Eleanor did take great interest in the bubble, which nearly covered the entire room save a few ripples nearer to the walls.
“You’ve improved,” Eleanor said. “All of this without Ambrosia?”
“You have my only source,” Clara said. “Speaking of Ambrosia, could you make a delivery?”
“You mean Grace?” Eleanor said. “That will not be a problem.”
Clara’s smile slipped from her lips, her wings drooped noticeably and her eyes went wide. Eleanor had not shown an ability to read minds, and that meant she was privy to private conversations. To know something is one thing, to find out for sure another entirely.
“You’ve been listening in?” Clara asked.
“More like you’ve summoned me without consciously being aware of it,” Eleanor said.
“I really need to rein in my powers,” Clara said.
“Unless you are looking for an audience,” Eleanor said flatly.
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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