The woman chuckled, her voice tinged with a weary sort of amusement. "Well, welcome to it too."
Silence descended afterwards. Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. My situation had irrevocably changed. I was now a wanted criminal, likely destined to be on the run for the rest of my life. And if my plan to dismantle the Church was to succeed, I needed to be extraordinarily good at it.
Of course, growing stronger was not even up for debate. It was the absolute prerequisite for survival. I needed to achieve devastating results, have a lot of sex to expand my spirit plane and use my attributes a lot to push them to their limits so they could evolve.
All so I could get Emma back, and quickly.
"You look like you could shatter into a thousand pieces," she murmured, her gaze scanning my face.
Her words snapped me back from a deep dive into thoughts I hadn't even realized I'd entered.
