Daciana's POV

My day was restless and suffocating, my mind had been poisoned to see Dorian. Ever since that dream, I couldn't see myself anymore.

I got up from the bed and stormed down to the wall mirror to have a look I'm myself. What I saw was a weak, pathetic, and also dark circle-eyed woman. I have stooped too low in just a few moments.

My mate was out there, and I was striving to do nothing to save him, I was pained almost to the point of crashing my head on the wall and getting my skull out. I felt like I wouldn't need it anymore.

What kind...