Chapter 65

Nickolas

The following day, I wake before the sun, driven by an urgency that won’t allow me to linger in bed a moment longer. In my hotel room, I quickly ready myself to continue the search for Amelia.

The previous night, a witch had managed to narrow her location to the surrounding area. We had searched relentlessly until the first rays of dawn forced us to take some rest.

But a mere three hours later, I’m back on my feet, fueled by a resolve that leaves no room for sleep—not while I know she’s out there, somewhere, in potential danger. Every fiber of my being rebels against complacency until she’s safely recovered.

I shower and dress quickly, my movements sharp and efficient as I gather my phone and wallet. As I reach for the door, the knob turns beneath my hand, and instinct takes over. In a blur of motion, I have the intruder pinned against the wall, my arm pressing into their throat as my claws dig into their chest, ready to rip out their heart