Voodoo Queens of New Orleans
I figured that he was an authoritative figure, and my assumption was right once four more people came running towards us, addressing Jonathan before doing anything else.
"Jonathan," a young man panted. Behind him, two others followed—a woman with brown skin and a shaven head and a man that walked beside her. My eyes widened at him—he was huge. The biggest man I had ever seen. On his shoulders, he carried four bodies—two on each side—effortlessly. He had no weapons like his comrades, only silver gauntlets on his arms.
The man who approached Jonathan had another member of his faction around his arm. He was badly injured, bleeding profusely from his neck. Heather ran forward and examined his wo
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