Chapter 119: Some Kind Of Plan

And yet, not, exactly. Walking the streets of the busy city seemed to have become a habit. Lingering with normals settled my mind, helped me smother the driving need of the power I bore, gave me breathing space though the crowds around me crushed me physically almost as much as Mom's betrayal had.

Again, I didn't blame her, not really, but I did.

Oh, I did.

This has to end. Viviana's voice was subdued for once, no longer snide or amused or bearing that cackling laughter that gave me a stomachache.

While I would have preferred to be left alone in my misery, perhaps she was what I deserved. I sighed into the darkness between us.

I take it you have some kind of plan, I sent. Considering you seem to be the master of the long game and I'm just making it up as I go along.

Trying not to kill people in the process. Failing.