“I’m not supposed to interfere,” Eleanor said.
“Who says?” Clara asked. “What happens at The Grand is not natural.”
A hotel dedicated to things that went bump in the night was a hotspot for death. Even with her training, Clara only managed to kill her foe through blind luck and with no hope of escape. Humans were considered the main course, and they meant a whole lot of souls looking for traces of their old life.
“Gods for one,” Eleanor responded.
“Gods should care,” Clara said. “I would argue that we have a duty to help.”
“Why?” Eleanor asked.
“Because it’s the right thing to do,” Clara said.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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