“Adam!” I gasp into the phone as soon as the call connects. “Adam, I need you!”“Revon?!” Adam’s voice goes from zero to panicked in the matter of seconds, instantly alert. “Are you hurt? Where are you? I’m going to send someone right now; better yet, I’m going to call the police!”“Not hurt,” I manage to breathe out, my heart racing in my chest. “I need to hear your voice. Talk!”“…what?”“Just talk,” I commanded, feeling more desperate with each passing minute. “I’m behind some sketchy alley in New York, about to lose my shit, and you’re the only person who's capable of grounding me at a time like this, but you’re halfway across the world in Africa, and all I have is your voice, so please, just talk!”“Alright, alright, please calm down,” Adam replied hastily. “Um, we’re here in Nayala; it’s the capital city of Oyolle, but you know that, right? Mom’s here too. We made it here safely, and right now, we’re at the Grand Ritz Hotel. Funny that, huh? It’s like you can go anywhere in the w
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