Seth
He was haunted but the scent of sage constantly gave him a headache- even when he was with Caitlan’s aunt he’d loathed it but had put up with the nasty smell because he loved her. He didn’t love the woman lighting them now, filling the entire apartment with smoke and so he could feel a headache coming on- not that vampires ever got those but he felt that way.
Just the faded memory of what a headache used to feel like. In other words- Seth was irritated by the odour.
He looked at his nephew, standing also erect near the wall that separated the living room from the open room next to it that led to the kitchen, searching through the boxes they’d just brought up, Caitlin sitting on a chair by the wide table inside the condo. Huh, so she grew up to be a practitioner of magic…just like
