Chapter 184: Victor’s Pain

Victor’s POV

I woke that night with a start. I did my best to hide it as long as we were traveling together, but on the second night, I got up from the camp we made beside the car and ran as far into the woods as I could before I wretched the blood that was being held in my throat.

There was little I could do to stop the sounds that escaped me, and I just prayed hard enough that I was far away enough and that Tara was in a deep enough sleep that she wouldn’t hear me—that she wouldn’t find out.

Those hopes were crushed however, because I heard a leaf crunch behind me, and when I turned back, there she was. The bright fire we had made at our camp illuminated her, casting a glow around her frame. There was something in her eyes that I couldn’t read through the blurriness of my own.

Her next words were small and simple and gutted me.

“How long?”

Since I started drinking that potion the wretched witch gave me, I thought to myself.