Lucas’ POV
After Titus had left, I healed the fracture in my cheek and placed my shoulder back in its socket. The asshole had quite a punch. He thinks Grandma is related to Gertrude, not grandpa. I wasn’t going to tell him he was right; I am a descendent of Marybelle’s. They just had the wrong grandparent.
He practically told me they wanted me for something; what it is, I’m not sure. He also knows Liz; Helen and I are enchanted. It must be something to do with that and our mate bonds. I don’t know how much or little he knows about it.
I bent over and picked up the stone, getting ready to message Bridget what happened. ‘You need to find water and come home now Oh, and I want the bed back’ was written on the stone. I let out a small chuckle.
‘If I could find water, don’t you think I woul
