“Where are my children?” Rachel demanded, a new strength entering her. “I want to see them right now.”
“Do watch your tone, Dr. Collins. I have no desire to waste precious energy on your bad moods.”
The lecturing voice made her angry, which was sort of good. The angrier she got, the more awake she became. “You must know that I’ll be much more willing to listen once I know my children are safe,” she snapped, staring daggers at the shadowy man.
Tell me where my kids are, you jerk!
Another infuriating chuckle emanated from the screen. “I see why he fell in love. I told him not to do that, but since when did he ever take good advice?”
What the heck does that mean?
“Very well, Dr. Collins, have it your way.”
A click caused Rachel’s heart to skip several beats. She feared the man had cut the conversation off for good, but after a few painful seconds, there was another click.
“Mrs. Hart will be there shortly with Jason and Emily.”
Rachel flinched, despite the good news. Hearing the man say her children’s names gave her the creeps. “You mean they’re here?” She partially stood—ready to hit the nearest thing—not quite knowing how to take the news. Her elation over Jason and Emily’s nearness was offset by horror of them being in danger. Rachel’s right palm slammed down onto the table, causing a wonderful stinging pain that gave her something besides the grim situation to concentrate on.