Zara’s POV

My heart stopped. Lucas is my son? My baby?

“Leo,” I turned sharply to him, “I’ll be back. I have to go somewhere.” I hurriedly entered my car.

“Where are you going, Zara?” he asked, but I drove off before he could get an answer from me.

I was going to that monster in prison. I had to figure out what exactly was going on on my own. Even if I had to remove a nail or a tooth, I was going to do whatever it took to get the truth out of Elora today.

I sped across the streets of San Francisco, ignoring the traffic rules. But...