I needed to call my sire – Charlie Jones. I didn’t know him to be a strategist, but he was hands-down the most intelligent person I ever got to know.
I was sure he’d help me and Annabelle with his input.
As she debated over what to pack and I lingered around her room, I pressed the call button. He hadn’t heard from me in years. I wasn’t sure how he’d react. I could only hope he wouldn’t be too angry with me to help us out.
“Hello,” I was startled to hear a very feminine voice answer the call.
Annabelle looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I shrugged, eyes almost dropping out of their sockets in a way that meant I didn’t know what was happening.
“Hello!” She called in obvious annoyance. “Who’s this?”
“Err, I think I got the wrong number,” I said sheepishly even though I was s
