I spent the next day recovering.
The wounds from the vault job were mostly healed – divine physiology working overtime – but the exhaustion ran deeper than physical. I'd burned through more power than I should have, and even with fragments slowly replenishing my reserves, I felt drained.
Sarah knocked on my door around noon.
"Marco wants to see you," she said.
Sarah leaned against the doorframe. "You okay? You look like hell."
"I feel like hell. But I'll live."
"That was insane, what you did last night. Six vampires." She shook her head. "I knew you could fight, but that was something else."
"Survival instinct. They weren't giving me much choice."
"Still." She studied me for a moment. "You're full of surprises, Cain."
"I try to keep things interesting."
She smiled slightly, then the professional mask slipped back into place. "Meeting's in an hour. Don't be late."
