Warlock Ch 39. You Cannot Escape Your Fate
He trudged upstairs, sandwich plate in one hand and the stack of books in the other. His muscles still ached from the day's training and errand-running, but the thought of finally relaxing—at least for a moment—pushed him forward. He dumped the books onto the small desk in the room, carefully balancing the plate next to them before glancing longingly at the bathroom door.
'First things first.'
He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his shirt, and stepped into the bathroom, twisting the shower handle until the water roared to life. The sound was oddly soothing. The hot water streamed over him, washing away the grime and fatigue. He felt the tension in his muscles start to ease, but his mind was still spinning, running over everything Evelyn had told him.
Centuries of life? Flying without a staff? Living on Mana?
