Renee sat up straight. There was something about his demanding voice that hit a nerve she didn’t know she still had.
“None of your f*****g business,” she snapped. “I quit. You don’t own me anymore. I’m hanging up now, bye-bye.”
“Renee—wait—” he said, almost begging.
She stopped cold, her finger hovering over the end call button. She was ready to snap back at him when another voice slipped through the line. It was deep, male and muffled, like someone had a hand over the speaker.
She couldn’t catch the words, but their tone alone pushed the fear deeper into her.
“Why the hell do you want to know where I am?” she asked, suspicion turning into anger. “What’s going on?”
Silas didn’t answer her question. He just grunted like he was in pain.
“Renee, just f*****g tell me where you are. Eno
