The phone rang again before I could even process the text.

I stared at the screen, watching "Private Number" flash over and over, and felt something hot and angry coil in my chest.

"Answer it," my mother hissed from somewhere down the hallway. "If it's that important, answer it before you disturb the other patients."

I hit the green button and pressed the phone to my ear. "What?"

"Get ready." Xander's voice came through rough and demanding, like he had every right to track my location on a ...