Magda dialed out Dimitra’s cell phone number, her heart pounding so hard in her chest she was certain the guards up the beach and Estella who was watching her from the patio behind her could probably hear it. She had her backs to everyone as she stared over the water.
“Dimitra speaking. Who is this and how did you get this number?”
“It’s Magda and I have it memorized.”
“Holy f**k! Mags. Where are you?”
“I don’t know. Is everyone okay?”
“We’re fine. We’re trying to locate you. Are you hurt? Injured? Are you safe?”
“I’m safe. I’m not hurt. I’m on an island somewhere. I’m being fed and taken care of far better than most kidnapping victims,” she whispered quietly, wiping a tear off her face at the knowledge she had made contact. “A man named Alvar has me. I don’t know his last name or if
