Black Claw: Bound by Fate
Elena’s eyes blurred with the sudden, unearned kindness: a strip of jerky pressed into her hand, a woolen blanket offered without question.
No one asked about the men, or why Damon always watched the periphery, or why Donovan’s hands were never quite visible. In a world like this, suspicion was the only thing left to believe in.
The woman with the braid introduced herself as Nana. "Not a grandmother," she said, arching one severe gray brow, "just old enough that everyone’s dead, so I get to run this place." She invited Elena and her men to sit on crates by the fire. The children, silent and blinkless, orbited the edges.
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