Zaeryn slumped into his seat, the cruiser's sleek interior feeling a universe away from the splintered chaos of Tiffany's office. Every muscle screamed with an exhaustion that went far beyond the physical.
Using his Vitae so recklessly had left a hollow ache in his core, a humming weakness that made even thinking a chore. The system's warning about overexertion hadn't been a suggestion; it was a promise.
The positive was that his body must be adapting. The last time he overexerted, he had passed out, however this time he was just tired.
'I need a teacher… someone to show me how to wield Vitae properly,' he thought. Immediately, his mind leapt to the only person he knew was truly suited for the task: Kayla. He crushed the thought as quickly as it came, cursing himself for even considering her.
He risked a glance at Mireille and Arya. They were both warriors, honed and disciplined.
