Chapter Nineteen
No scary shapes surround me this time, which means Lilith’s driving isn’t going to kill us.
Hopefully.
Getting right to my task, I focus on Nero’s essence—something I can do in my sleep.
Probably better in my sleep given all the wet dreams he gives me.
Now for the hard part—the essence of the concept of a day.
Usually—back when no one was trying to kill me every five minutes—a day, at least a weekday, was a rather boring and slow-moving chain of events in my life. Okay, maybe not all of it. The morning routine would fly by, but the ride on my Vespa would feel longer sometimes—probably because I had to pay attention to the road. Research for Nero would usually drag, then the trip home would mimic the ride to work, and my evening routine would be fast also—especially i
