Dominic's pov.

“What is this?” I asked, holding the pin, turning to her, I had to feign ignorance, if Darla was working for Morana and she knew I knew about the pin, things would get uglier.

“It’s nothing,” she smiled, jerking the pin away from me. “You shouldn't concern yourself with it.”

I nodded my head, slowly turning to another direction, my heart beating faster with each second, Darla must be working for Morana.

“You were saying…” she smiled, tucking the pin under her robe. “What were you saying?”

I turned to her, my eyes fixed on her robe, I was filled with curiosity, an urge I couldn't suppress, I...