Maddox
We were crossing the city limits, entering the Knoxville, when my phone pinged with a notification and I looked at the screen to find Brenna’s name flashing. In my mind I knew, it wasn’t her, but still my heart thudded with a flicker of hope, what if she had texted me her locations and that she had escaped my evil sperm donor's clutches.
At some time back I had stopped calling her as her phone was going out of reach or switch off, it also made it impossible for me to track her down immediately. So it was a little surprising that it rang. But, when I opened the text, my fingers tightened around my phone, in the verge of breaking it. It was a picture of her with Sean Phillip, the man who had sired us.
I instantly called back and he picked up on the first ring. “Maddox, my little so
