"What?" Dominic's eyebrows shot up toward his hairline and he growled, gently yet quickly taking his hands from hers and pushing himself back from his desk. Normally he knew where everything in his office was, yet now that he wanted it so much, it seemed that he couldn't quite remember what he had done with his journal. He searched the bookcases, the chairs, the side tables, not yet spotting it under Hestia. "Gods damn it!" he hissed, tossing the pillow back onto one of the office's guest chairs when he found no journal hiding under it.
"What did it say?" he tossed over his shoulder as he began more fruitless searching.