His Claws On My Neck
As a multilingual at 10, she knew they were fluent speakers—and they were most certainly not her father.
“I smell them.”
She gulped.
One of her playmates started crying uncontrollably, desperately trying to bite back her sobs and stay quiet—but it was a futile attempt to stay hidden because the trapdoor they went into had just opened.
“Well, hello there, children.”
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Anna, the sequel of His Claws On My Neck, is currently in the works!
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