Chapter 38
Dominic's POV
A sigh escaped my lips as I collapsed into the nearest chair. I felt completely drained of every ounce of energy, leaving me empty. Kevin was nowhere in sight but I could swear that he'd be in my room within the next twenty minutes. Somehow, Kevin always knew whenever I was around.
My thoughts wandered to the encounter I had with Clara and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in my chest at the thought of her standing up to me. It was one of the hottest things I've ever witnessed, her fire that didn't seem to dim even after so many years.
Who was the father of Nico? I half wondered. From the short conversion I had with him, Nico was roughly four years old. Was Maxwell his father?
I highly doubt it. Maxwell had a mop of pitch black hair and mundane brow
