Chapter 12

VICTOR

"My sister is going to murder you when she finds out where you've brought me," Sinclair drawled as he let out a long, low whistle.

I glared through the windscreen of my SUV, analyzing the house I was parked in front of. There was no correct way to approach a witch but caution was always needed. If I had it my way, I would have scouted out the area for a few days until I could gather my bearings and figure out a way to approach the situation in a better manner.

However, time wasn't in my favor and I needed to return to Seattle in the next few days, preferably before Sinclair's first shift. I could tell it was coming upon him quickly. He had these random bursts of energy which generally captured him in moments of happiness. His body was burning up, getting accustomed to running at a higher temperature and getting him internally ready to shift. Most of his nights were spent tossing and turning due to the constant pain. I remembered when I had faced nights like those. It felt li