Chapter 119

• It felt like someone had punched tiny holes into my lungs, each breath leaking out through invisible punctures. My hands shook as I dialed Manny’s number, praying he’d pick up. He didn’t.
• “Think, Ami. Think!” I hissed through clenched teeth, fingers tangled in my hair. Manny was probably buried in one of his endless Chicago meetings. I had to find a way to reach Theron and fast. Chun Kit’s invitation wasn’t something I could ignore.
• I exhaled slowly, trying to organize the chaos in my mind. First, I needed to get a message to Theron. Then, I had to call Rex and somehow convince him to come with me. Objectively, he was the only logical choice not just because he could translate, but because I trusted him.