Various thoughts and guesses flashed past Nathalia's head. She felt the giant claw suddenly tightened its grip and hurt her heart. She gasped silently, a hand covering her mouth.
Spencer patted her shoulder gently and showed her what he wrote on a piece of paper. It said, keep him online as long as you can.
Nathalia nodded. She took a deep breath, and in a calm and confident voice, she asked, "Who is it? Can I speak to Sophie?"
The man sneered. Nathalia could even feel the iciness of his voice. "Don't be naïve, Nathalia Davidson. It's up to you if your friend lives to see the sun tomorrow or not."
Nathalia closed her eyes, bit her lips, and stifled her scream of pain. It was what she had been worrying about. The last and worst possibility had turned true.
She swallowed her pain and anxiety, took another deep breath, and calmly, she replied, "Tell me what you want."
