Daemon's POV

　　I sat there in my chair, trying to look serious, but somehow I felt like I was failing miserably. Henrik kept looking like I was crazy and then shakes his head.

　　"Sorry, Alpha. I thought you said you need to talk to Abigail?" He asks in a confused tone. I nod.

　　"I did." I answer curtly. His eyes widen at that statement.

　　"Alpha, I'm not sure if my daughter will speak with you. If you will excuse my tardiness." His posture straightens. He seems like he is bracing himself for my wrath. I sigh.

　　"I know that. That is why I need your help and your phone. She...