Chapter 112

“I’m going to Italy, but I’ll be back on Tuesday. You have everything you need, and please don’t burn my house down. Call the second number on that phone if there’s an emergency.”

“Who’s number is this?”

“Just in case of emergency.”

I shrugged. “Three days, huh? You miss the Lycan King.”

“Don’t ever attempt to get out of this house.” She retained her calm demeanor and looked at me as if she read my mind that I might try.

“How could I? You blocked every hole in this house with your mojo.” I rolled my eyes. “Is there a trigger or something—”

“What did I just tell you?” She sounded more like a mother than a witch who saved my life many times than I could count. “The study is open. I suggest you read books, but don’t touch the Grimoire.”

“Why not?”

Irritated with my inquiry, she shook her head.

“I know I’m a pain in your ass, but my mother was a witch. Maybe something inside my brain can make a certain