Forty Nine

“That bitch.” I muttered.

Could it really be her? Yes, she does hate me but to stoop to this level and help Skylar? There has to be more to it, surely.

Frankly, I was kicking myself for not putting this together before. Betty was essentially family, whether Nate recognises it or not. Of course the enchantment would acknowledge her and grant access to the dungeons. She shared Nate’s blood.

I glanced at Nate. Gone was the flirty smoulder and the seductive smirks I had grown so used too, now he was was wearing his emotions on his face and he looked ready to kill.

I placed the iPad back down on Nate’s desk. “We need to talk to Danny, now.”

Nate nodded in agreement. “We were waiting for you. Georgina has him outside, he’s waiting to come in.”

I placed my hands on my hips, with a determined expression. “Bring him in.” I told Jacques, who nodded and opened the office door.

The sound of rattling metals could be heard, before Georgina and Danny came into my eyesight. Danny appeared exhausted,