Chapter 80: So Much Trouble
I sat in silence, absorbing what she said, while a clutch of young women, students of Harvard of the normal variety, strolled past, laughing like they didn't have a care in the world. Aside from the usual stuff normals dealt with, I guess. I wouldn't know about that, would I? Because, while they giggled and chatted and strolled in their matching puffy vests and tight jeans and riding boots, black turtlenecks and hair in cascading curls perfectly created to turn them into a trio of co-eds fitting in, I had bigger things to worry about.
Like how, meanwhile, the burning lure of all the power I'd taken from the Black Souls whispered to me, how sampling the souls of said pathetically ordinary normals and their ridiculous outfits and uninteresting and mundane lives might yield some interesting results.
I was in so much trouble.