I needed a real break after that whole mess. My head was spinning, my body felt like it had been through a fight I hadn't even agreed to, and worst of all—my mind wouldn't stop racing.
What the hell had just happened?
Normally, when people acquired new jobs, the transition was slow. Gradual. They adapted over time, adjusting to their new capabilities in a way that felt natural.
But for me?
It felt like downloading an entire career into my brain in an instant. I had lived years of training in a matter of seconds. The knowledge, the instincts, the reflexes—all of it flooded into me like a dam breaking.
And this time, it was vivid.
Too vivid.
That shadowy opponent…
Was it part of the job? A test? A memory?
I walked to the kitchen and shook my head, attempting to ignore the thought.
With her back to me, Sienna continued to labor over the stove while cooking. My mouth watered as the air filled with the aroma of something rich and warm.
I needed this.
