Book 9 - Chapter One
Claimed by my Unexpected Protector Eralia’s POV It’s taken me three buses and over an hour’s walk, but I finally turn the corner that places me onto the familiar dirt track that will lead me to my home. It’s already becoming dark, and a glance at the cracked screen of my crappy cell phone tells me it’s already past seven at night. The journey has taken three hours . . . but I don’t have any choice but to make it each day. I hurry past the rows of shabby trailers, ignoring the wolf whistles and crass cat calls of the few rough looking men that loiter around a set of brittle steps leading up to a rusty swinging door of one of the homes to my left. Keeping my head down, my shoulders hunched protectively, I move past the remnants of a burnt out truck to my right, and dodge around some
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