Dyrus POV

I arrived at D.C a few minutes before the meeting commenced.

The elders of Jinns thought of naming this building D.C, it is fully named Djinn council disguised as a museum.

"I am glad you arrived on time," Dad said as he walked towards me with a grin on his face.

"I am not interested in an unreasonable discussion right now," I said and walked away.

The clock tick-tocks echoed, the meeting began immediately and every Jinn was assembled in the big golden room including my father and my elder sister Angelina.

Mrs. Donald, who refers to herself as my mother is no longer a Jinn and would...