Dominic's pov.

The gentle breeze from outside the room, filled the room gently as it sent a refreshing sense down my body, enough to suppress Darla's mad words that kept echoing in my mind.

I took in deep breaths, placing my hands on my waist, my face contorted with a mixture of disbelief, frustration and anger.

“I know it is funny,” she continued. “I know you don't believe me but I also don't believe myself right now, but if she would lead me to the devil's journal, I am ready to do anything for her.”

“Listen to yourself,” I chuckled. “Do you think what you are saying is really making...