Warlock Ch 80. Am I Hallucinating?
The bag seemed to stare back at him.
He exhaled a long breath. "Here we go again…" he muttered.
But first, he needed to clean up. He could smell the scent of sweat and dirt from the training, and he could feel the soreness deep in his muscles. A bath would be a good way to clear his head and maybe wash off some of the tension.
He stepped into his room to grab a change of clothes. Then he noticed something unexpected—his laundry had been folded neatly and stacked by the bed. 'Huh,' he thought, a bit surprised. 'Evelyn, maybe?' Who else could it be? He hadn't seen her all evening, but she must have been here earlier.
A small idea popped into his mind. Maybe he'd make something for her later. He'd already eaten at Cassius's place, but Evelyn hadn't mentioned where she'd gone or if she'd had dinner. He could throw something together when she got home, just as a small thank-you.
