When he finally hung up, the sadness that rang in his voice lingered around my heart with painful spasms. It took a long time before I thought I could control the shake in my voice to call Moon. Her Mind-I must've broken because all I heard instead of ringing was a series of strange clicks. I hung up and tried Franco. He picked up on the second ring.
"Franco, I need to speak to Moon. Is she there?"
"Oh, shit," he said. A door slammed on the other end of the receiver. Breathing, lots of heavy breathing, and then, "You still there?"
"I'm here."
Frantic whispers morphed into Moon's pissed off yelps. "Absidy Jones, I can't believe you. You scared me half to death when you didn't text me back. I thought you were dead. Or worse, captured. What's wrong with you? I have sixty-seven problems right now, and they're all. Named. Absidy. Jones."
I winced. Feozva, help me. "I'm sorry?"