Bringing a bowl of water and a piece of cloth, Sam sat at Diana’s bedside while dipping the cloth into the water, squeezing it and then placing it on her forehead. Though the whole house was still a mess, Brad and Rake were busy trying to find anything that still seemed intact and had not been destroyed by the storm, while Luke had gone out to do God knows what.
His mind couldn’t help but wander. What he could deduce from the whole situation was that, apparently, the storm had come from Diana. She seemed to have been storing so much power that it seemed like she was about to burst. He wasn’t really sure what had actually happened but he knew that whatever Diana was, he wasn’t the same. She seemed more different, well, except if the female of his kind were different. But he strongly doubt
