Chapter 45. Who the Hell Is Alaric?

Adrianna’s POV

Before she could set a foot in, I dashed to the door, pushed her out, and slammed the door behind me.

Panting as I stared at Bianca’s stunned expression, “Hey, I thought you were no longer going to come,” I said, my hand holding onto the doorknob.

Bianca squinted her eyes as she sized me up and down. “What is going on? Why are you blocking the way?” she asked as she tried to walk in.

But I stood my ground, I swallowed when she moved aside with a raised brow, “I… the room is a mess,” I said, trying to sound calm.

But Bianca just shook her head before she passed a bag to me.

My eyes settled on the small bag. “The soap and the ingredients you would need for the ritual,” she said with a slumped shoulder.

My mouth formed an O as I took the bag from her. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“Can I come in for water before leaving?” she asked.

I blinked hard at her. “Hold on,” I said, turned, and shut the door in her face. I