JASMINE
I expected more from my father.
What am I supposed to do with an empty diary? Write in it?
I sigh, my eyes resting on the inscriptions he left behind. They flare up an anger in me suddenly and I grunt in frustration. This isn’t going to cut it, there is not a thing I can learn from literally…nothing!
“You never know, maybe he wants you to understand something first, Jasmine.” Alec had suggested, his eyes had been weary and hesitant and I don’t need to be told that my eyes had been blazing with fury.
I hate how logical Alec tries to sound in complicated situations that do not exactly concern him. What can I possibly understand from an empty book? The boiling rage in me almost causes me to toss the diary across the room. The efforts my father had taken to seal it in a chest, li
