Chapter 14When her phone began to ring, Amélie felt hope bloom in her chest as she looked at the caller ID, then picked up the call.
“Amy,” she gasped as she put the phone to her ear. “Where are you? Are you alright? Did you get away?”
Then a cold chuckle came across the line, and the hope she’d felt was snuffed out.
“She is somewhere safe,” Marcel said coolly. “For now. How long that lasts, depends on you, ma belle.”
“I was never yours,” she hissed as she stiffened. “I know that now. Never call me that again!”
Marcel tutted, and she could imagine the look on his face. “I wouldn’t be so quick to make demands in your position. Is little Leah there with you?”
“Yes,” Amélie admitted, turning to where Leah and Fantasma watched her from the couch. “We are both here.”
“Good,” Marcel said,
