=Claudia=
I stared at the doors to the library. It was the second largest building in the city and it held the largest collection of books, family history, and supernatural lineage on the continent. I had waited my whole life for this moment. My mind couldn’t wait to get inside, but my heart was calling me to the building just one block further down the street.
The jail house was a well guarded place, with bars on all the windows and a thick stone wall shielding it from the rest of the city. It housed the worst criminals, supernatural and human alike. As luck would have it my father took up residence in that same building, floor three cell 26. If I chose to go see him what would I say? I had done such a good job not thinking about what he put me through. I avoided everything about him an
