THURSDAY EVENING - 6:00 PM
By evening, Eve was exhausted....mentally, emotionally, and physically drained.
She'd practiced desire projection on five pack members simultaneously, making them all feel attraction to each other in ways that had been deeply uncomfortable to witness. She'd drained three different volunteers to various degrees, learning to control exactly how much energy she took. She'd attempted reality warping....trying to make her fantasies briefly tangible....and had managed to make a rose appear to bloom for three seconds before it returned to normal.
Each exercise had pushed her further into morally gray territory. Each new ability had shown her just how much power she was developing.....and how dangerous she could become.
Now she sat in the bathtub, trying to wash away not just the physical exhaustion but the moral weight of what she'd done today.
Damian entered the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub.
"How are you really doing?" he asked gently.
