Eighty Seven

I pace around the room Dominic used to stay in when visiting occasionally.

My anxiety as a new parent and the need to learn about Camila's curse is crucial.

I paused, trying to devise a plan and visit the library's secret archives that only the Elders and their spouses and assistants are allowed.

I groaned and ruffled my hair in frustration.

"Hey, hey, you are going to peel that beautiful head of yours," Dominic stopped me, pulled my hands away, and gently rubbed my head.

"Nicky..." turning to face him with a desperate look.

Dominic smiled and then pulled me in his arms. "I know how frustrated but Michael is fine with his grandma."

When Bibi took Michael away, we followed to the main hall and found all the queens surrounding the child. Ingrid had the child in her arms while the other queens played with him, gave him gifts, and loved him like any grandmother would do to spoil their grandchild.

Being a half-demon, the queens quickly accepted him. But if they knew who his biological fath