"But-"
"No. Keep your money. You're going to need it for a lot of things"
I wanted to argue more but I knew it was useless. My family was too proud. They wouldn't take help even when they desperately needed it.
I spent the rest of the week trying to reach Damien. I called his phone over and over. It either went straight to voicemail or rang until it cut off.
*
Finally, on Friday evening, my call connected. The phone rang twice and then someone picked up. But it wasn't Damien's voice I heard.
"Hello?" Tiffany answered.
My wolf snarled. Why was she answering his phone?
I composed myself. "Where's Damien? I need to speak with him."
"Oh, Sophia. He's a bit busy right now." I could hear the smile in her voice. "He's washing my underwear actually. Such a gentleman."
