Colson

Grrreetings, Furball

Colson POV

I ran for exactly twelve seconds.

Then I stopped.

Because running looks suspicious.

And I already had one unhinged witch sniffing my timeline and two vampire lords wondering why I wasn’t acting properly evil enough.

So instead of running like prey, I adjusted my coat, smoothed my expression into something between amused and predatory, and casually stepped back into the main street like I hadn’t just been informed I might be permanently trapped in the worst era of my existence.

“Great,” I muttered. “Just fantastic. No pressure. Save the world, fix time, avoid evil witch, avoid evil boss, avoid slightly more evil boss. Easy.”

I shoved my hands into my pockets.

Think.

I couldn’t go to Amaris directly.

Not yet.

The witch was tracking me too cleanly.

Which meant I needed