James POV

Diane Collins moves before I finish the sentence.

She crosses the room in three steps and plants herself directly in front of me, close enough that I have to hold my ground just to not step back. "Where is she?" Her voice comes out high and cracked. "Where is Chloe? Is she hurt? Is she being treated well? You have to tell me—"

"Mrs. Collins." I keep my voice level. "Both daughters are being held in the Scarlet Pack. I already said—"

"Chloe." She cuts me ...