The one thing Little Sister could not be counted on was to sleep with any sort of schedule or length. He wasn't sleeping much either, but he'd always been someone who needed sleep and could now pretend so calls rolled over to voice mail. Returning calls in the middle of the night was rarely a problem, and it was the time Misha was most likely to be up to talking with her these days. Avoiding her wasn't possible. The girl could smell fear and he had plenty to burn. Easier by far to talk to her from a distance and keep her safe.
He started talking the second the phone line opened. "Hey, Princess Dork. Has that fancy college taught you how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop yet?"
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