Chapter 111

My original dreams had been founded on being a Mundane P.I., and yeah, sure the elixir of what I could now reach as Nefesh was a heady one. But while I was all kinds of selfish, I wasn't actually evil. This fight with Chariot deserved a Jezebel who was in it for all the right reasons. Who would give everything to it.

There were a lot of reasons to walk away: the world would be in good hands, my relationship with Talia would remain intact-ish, Rafael would get a do-over with someone whose magic hadn't been tampered with and was committed to the cause, and any potential problems for Levi because of me would disappear.

There was only one reason to stay: my revised Sherlock dreams, now fueled by magic.

Ah, but there was the irony. Keep the magic and my dream was dead. Give up the magic and my dream was alive, but lesser. I'd begin again at the bottom of the Mundane P.I. heap. Scrounging for scraps as I trudged to that far-off door.