Chapter 33

• "You are smarter than this, Jezebel. You don't want to risk anything. Trust me when I say not every witch is happy with my presence here and they wouldn't mind killing me."
• Jezebel smiled, shrugging. "Oh I know. The difference is that, I don't care. I am bloody serious. I trust my people. And if you are so paranoid, I can cast a spell to give us privacy."
• She adjusted her crown. "But I always eat breakfast with my people..Your prense is not enough to change that." Lucas was slowly getting infuriated with her stand so he bent down and slipped his hand under her knee, the second coming to rest at her back.