[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
“How are you going to do that? Do you know how to read these scripts?” Dominic asked, as desperation was hinted at in his voice. “Do you know how to open the Wolf Tomb?”
We waited for him to answer, but the old man seemed to turn into a statue and then leaned on the wooden staff he was holding. He closed his eyes, and not a minute passed before Dominic Killian and I heard the old man snoring.
“Are you f*cking kidding me?!” Killian’s eyes widened with disbelief and rage. “Is he—is he sleeping while he’s standing?!”
Dominic sighed helplessly as he shook his head and dropped his face into the palm of his hand. “Just as I expected.”
“What do you mean?!” I asked my husband, confused. “What is happening here, Dominic?”
