"Where I am isn't important. Just do as I say and get in the car. I don't like repeating myself." Ewan Stratton's voice was firm.
"I don't either…" As soon as she started speaking, she turned away. She was afraid Clara would worry if she heard her arguing with Ewan, so she turned her back to Clara Grant and lowered her voice. "I don't like repeating myself either. Clara is not getting in that car, and neither am I. It's one thing to have your men follow me, but what gives you the right to strip me of my freedom?"
Silence on the other end again, but he seemed furious. Sarah Shelby could almost feel a faint, chilling cold seep out of the phone.
"Say something! Don't think your silence is going to scare me."
A soft chuckle suddenly came from the other end, but it was laced with heavy sarcasm. "Of course you're not scared. You're just hoping to provoke me into divorcing you in a fit of rage, aren't you?"
