Sabrina's PovI had grabbed the phone from Isabelle before anyone could. “Where is my son!” I hissed into the call the minute that I got it.Fiona’s laugh echoed through the phone. “That isn’t the welcome that I was expecting.”“You are going to get more than that if you don’t tell me where the hell my son is!” I yelled. Nevan was behind me in an instant, his hand touching my side, holding me close to him.“What? Milo? He is my son, i have been the one training him, last i checked, his mother had run away, she needed a life that his father couldn’t give and I guess you got what you wanted.”She was mad, that was all that I could say. She sounded like she was deranged. “Where is my son, Fiona, if i had to ask again, I am going to kill you.”Her laugh didn’t stop; this time it was louder, as if she had been waiting for me to say that. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, you know that I would love nothing more than to have your hands on me.”“Fiona!”“Fine,” she grumbled. “You are no fu
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