CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

“Are you sure?” Professor Ericson asked, looking at Francis who was focused on the dirt track they tolled. “Doesn't it have consequences?”

“If I go with them, won't it also have consequences on your godson?” he asked as he increased the speed of the car. “We just have to choose which is more important and face the music of the other later on.”

Professor Ericson nodded. His friend was selfless; sacrificing himself for a student he'd never even seen and that propelled him to wanting to do the same, too.

“Should I do this?” He asked Francis with determination and seriousness evident in his voice. “They're just five. I should be done with them in no time.”

“You think you can? They're well skilled in hunting down people like me and they, too, are well prepared if things go rough.”

“And I'm good, too, in protecting the ones I love.”

Suddenly, the car trembled as one of the witches—maybe w