Once Trevor was gone saying he would check back if he had more information, Demonio looked at Francis. It was clear to the God that he had the right Alpha in line to do what he needed done. But before he went on, he certainly had some questions that he needed answers to. The God leaned back in his seat and smirked. “I’m going to assume that Trevor is a man you know pretty well and trust actually?” “You would assume correctly.” “So, now the question begs to be asked, why would you send him to spy on this Grayson?” Francis ran his knuckles over his beard, figuring out the best way to explain what he was thinking or what he was hearing. And to someone like this God, this might not make sense. Then again, he wasn’t all too sure what this God knew

