Impulses are weird things.
They make you do things you would normally hesitate to do.
Like punching your girlfriend's friend because he was talking nonsense and smiling at you smugly. Or breaking your brand-new phone in anger because you lost a damn game.
I've always considered myself a sane and rational person. Across two lives, I have never—never, except for a few… strategically ignored incidents—let impulse take the wheel.
But right now?
Right now, at this annoyingly and comically screwed moment, I was having trouble holding back an impulse so strong it felt like the universe itself was daring me to act.
An impulse to punch the smug smile off the gorgeous lady in front of me.
A lady who just happened to be a cosmic trickster cosplaying as Morvana.
So how did I get here, in this sacred moment of self-restraint demolition?
Simple.
A few moments ago, the Trickster looked me dead in the soul and said he would tell me everything.
