Chapter 694. Den of Thieves

Maeve

I button up the mens shirt I found in the closet. It brushes my thighs as I turn to inspect my reflection in the foggy mirror, sighing heavily but immensely relieved to be totally clean.

Soren’s friend keeps his upstairs bathroom, which isn’t fancy by any means, fully stocked with not only soap but shampoo and conditioner.

I found a comb in one of the drawers and ran it through my hair, which is now starting to dry in soft, hydrated waves… not the frizz I’d experienced yesterday or the day before. I’m not sure how much time has passed, honestly, and the memory of waking up in the woods only a few hours ago is weighing heavily on me.

I’m better than this. I’m more powerful than this. I understand I completely depleted my powers. I get it. But the last time this happened… I’d opened a portal, whisking me and two other people to an unknown land, using my powers to not only guide us into oblivion while keeping us alive, but through an impenetrable veil… whe