I’d barely gotten my bearings after we teleported to my family’s living room before Dad pulled me away from Aidan and hugged me. I knew he’d be worried. It didn’t matter how skilled or high my marks were in every training I’d undergone. My dad was still my dad and, therefore, would worry about me. Plus, this was the first time I’d truly put my years of training into a live combat situation. So, I was not offended. “I’m okay, Dad,” I assured him. “She might be okay, but I’m not.” Pamela declared as she got out of Malcolm’s arms. “I was ABDUCTED by that scrawny-ass English teacher from the airplane BATHROOM. I get knocked out and wake up in some weird ass basement CHAINED to a chair with a creepy pre-pubescent shithead, a past her prime Wednesday’ lunch rush’ stripper, and some constipated black guy glaring at me and talking about me like I’m not there. I get told to do as I’m told, and so long as my friend shows up, I won’t get hurt further.” Pamela started on a rant. Malcolm opened
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