She was in the middle of dialing his numbers when suddenly her mind blanked. She pushed end call and started over and the same thing happened again. What the hell? She usually was good with numbers. Collin had her memorize their contact information. Dane even wrote his cell numbers on her palm. Most of the ink had faded from her shower, but it was still clearly visible. The problem was she couldn't make the last few digits. The numbers jumbled right before her eyes. Was it five or three? Nine or seven? It was ridiculous that she suddenly turned dyslexic. Then, she remembered. Crap. The enchantment. When she was spirited away to New York, the enchantment prevented her from contacting home. Now that she was home without giving a definitive answer to the brothers, the enchantment prevented her from contacting them. Her gut sank. Calm down, girl, this is the twenty-first century. Locating a person couldn't be that difficult.
