Chapter Twenty-three

My purse falls from my lap as I get up, sprinting back up the stairs.

“Lucas,” I call, using magic to throw open the master bedroom doors. “Monica knows I’m a witch.”

Lucas gets out of bed and speeds over, putting his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes. “She does.” His face tenses, and he speeds away again, getting his phone. He calls Eliza, but she doesn’t answer. Ending the call, he throws his phone down on the bed and draws his fangs.

“What’s wrong?”

“Dominic is at the bar with Eliza and the prisoners.”

Dominic is Monica’s boyfriend, and if he had anything to do with this…shit. “Do you trust him?”

“No,” Lucas says with no hesitation. “I trust Eliza and you. That’s it.”

I swallow hard. “I’m going to the bar.”

“It’s too dangerous.”

“I won’t be alone.” I motion to Binx. “And I won’t let my guard down this time. If Dominic is the one who put the bounty on my head, we need to know.”

Lucas curls his fingers into fists, and he turns, seething with anger. “Eliza is there with them