I had spent so long inside the Tower that I forgot how devastating normal embarrassment could be.
Not grief.
Not rage.
Not the hollow ache that still lingered whenever I thought about Kael.
Embarrassment.
Simple, ordinary embarrassment.
The kind that made me want to crawl underground and stay there forever.
Three hours.
I had been hiding behind the remains of a collapsed office building for three whole hours because I forgot to bring cash.
The more I thought about it, the worse it became.
I was level eighty.
An Apostle.
A player capable of crossing between worlds.
The woman currently terrorizing the Oracle of Death.
Yet somehow my greatest enemy on Earth had become a restaurant bill.
A faint groan escaped me as I leaned my head against the cracked concrete behind me.
