Miller’s POV

Ever since Chris and I talked about his daughter, Anna, I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation. I couldn’t decide who to side with. Isabella was in a coma, and Anna was imprisoned in a dark cell. Mia had been giving me a cold shoulder. She wasn’t treating me like she usually did. She resisted my touch, care, and affection.

I had been locking myself up in my office, pondering how to please my beloved mate. Perhaps if our daughter was awake, she would be able to smile at me. I prayed for my daughter to wake up as soon as possible. I missed my queen a lot....