The girl in the boat was drenched from bleeding. The wound — if there was only one wound — looked to be a slash just above her clavicle on the right side of her neck. Whether it was nothing more than a slight cut or a slash deep into the scalene muscles neither David nor Jeremy could discern from the dock, especially not in the quickly fading light. But there was blood, no doubt, and a profuse amount of it.
Well. That is such a fascinating concept…everyone time traveling gives the advantage to no one. This is a heart pounding chapter, I like it. I found only one typo:
Well. That is such a fascinating concept…everyone time traveling gives the advantage to no one. This is a heart pounding chapter, I like it. I found only one typo:
“What the hell? Jeremy called out, sputtering.
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