Dominic's pov.

I sat quietly on the bench, clutching the sides of my belly, in excruciating pain caused by the blow of Morana. The gentle breeze swept through my face, sending a little sense of relief.

I heard the door of the garden creak open and I could hear faint footsteps approaching me. My brows furrowed in curiosity as I heard Agatha's voice.

I got up and I walked in the direction of her voice, she was with Kristen.

“Kristen,” I muttered weakly, Agatha seemed to have noticed my presence and ended the conversation with Kristen, and with a bow to me, she left.

“Why did Agatha bring Kristen here?”...