Day One Hundred Thirty

We were attacked on the way back from a dinner at Rachel’s and we killed the man. I don’t know how he knew where to find us, but I’m too tired to think about that tonight. I’m exhausted, Charles is wounded (nothing major), and I need to make sure he’s comfortable, and get some sleep myself.

It’s nice to know the danger has passed, though. Charles feels pretty sure we’re safe tonight. I sure hope so, because I don’t want to have to fight anyone again. Not anytime soon.


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