Eighteenth Century WWE

The shot discharged with a cloud of smoke.  Jamie gasped and winced with pain.

That was the last straw.  She had a lot of nerve just showing up, but she wouldn’t get very far.

“Ian,” Claire said, “help him inside and wait for me.”

“Of course, Auntie.”

Once both of them were out of sight, Claire went for it.  By profession and nature, she wasn’t one to hurt people, but this was an exception.  She ran at Laoghaire, knocking both of them to the ground.

“Jamie’s mine, you damn piece of slime.”

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