Millicent
I was deep in the Henderson pack contracts in my house office, trying to make sense of their convoluted amendment requests, when Abel appeared in my doorway. The controlled tension in his face made my stomach drop.
"We need to talk. Now."
My hand went to my belly automatically, the baby shifting in response to my sudden anxiety. "What's wrong? Is it Mom? Did something happen with her treatment?"
"No, your mother's fine." He stepped into my office, closing the door behind him. "Patrick Otto is here. He showed up at the main gate about ten minutes ago, demanding to see his daughter."
The pen slipped from my fingers, clattering on the desk. Patrick. That bastard was here, in Abel's territory, trying to play the concerned father card. Rage, hot and familiar, flooded through me.
