Morgan POV

Hours later, I returned home with Theresa, who kept speaking of the fun she experienced.

"My fighting skills has improved in the last four months," she said. "I can now fight without breaking a breath."

Her words were enough to lighten my sad mood. She is one of us, and I was satisfied with it.

"You are so interested," I said. "Would you like to follow us on our mission?"

"Yes, I will," she said, then her facial expression changed. "Amsterdam is almost on the same level as ...