Chapter 80

A moment later, Lance came out of the shower, looking delicious with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Within minutes, he emerged from the bedroom dressed in an impeccable gray Armani suit with a crisp white shirt, open at the neck. He looked spectacular. “Ready?”

“You’re going with me?” I asked, taking another sip of my cold coffee.

“Yes, if that’s okay,” he replied, crossing the room to me. “I’d like to hear what Ambrosia has to say.”

I nodded, putting on my lipstick. “Of course.” I closed the tube and slipped it into my purse. “Shall we?”

Lance held out his arm for me just as a knock sounded on the door. “Just in time,” Lance said, and then stopped. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring.

“Another ring?” I asked, and then noticed that it held a Bloodstone. “One of the spelled Bl