CHAPTER 8 MINERVA'S CALL

Dominic's Pov Trying to catch some sleep, I flipped my eyes shut, and instead of sleeping, the activities at the ball began plaguing my soul. I turned, but sleep had chosen its comforters for tonight, and I wasn't on it. With a groan, I turned to the other side of the bed, Minerva's contemptible face flashing in my mind's eye. I flipped my eyes open, looking around the room, then flipped them closed after a moment, waiting for sleep. Turning to another side, the face of the crying man came to me, and I shook my head as if that would help eliminate the memory. I was unable to find solace in the bed, so I sat up and swung my legs to the floor, my feet finding my flip-flop. I picked up my phone, exited my room, and descended the hallway through the spiraling staircase to the lounge below. Everywhere was quiet but not eerily. While sitting on a couch, I turned on my phone's backlight. It was displayed at 02:15 a.m. I let the phone drop onto the couch, wondering what species was