Page 141 of Rogue & Her Hunters
He is singing some pop song that I don’t know because I was rarely given a chance to listen to music. It was considered a distraction to my training. When I was out on missions, I didn’t pay attention to the music I heard around me.
It wasnoise, which belonged to a world that I wasn’t part of.
Phantom stills, the same as I do.
He is entranced.
Then he reaches to hold my hand.
“Are you okay?” I check.
Phantom reaches his finger to his lips to hush me. He is listening intently like he’s just caught the sound of the gods’ songs through the veil.
I tighten my hold on his hand.
Bird, he signs.
I nod.
My Angel of Music, Phantom continues to sign. Then he points to me, before he points at the closed bathroom door.Mine.
“Possessive,” I mouth.
My eyes widen, when Phantom snarls and launches himself over the bed.
I try to snatch at him but it’s like attempting to hold back a mountain.
Butt naked, Phantom marches to the bathroom door and yanks it open.
Bird is too trusting. Typical him not to lock the door.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I scramble off the bed.
I hope that Phantom isn’t a sleeper agent and singing isn’t his trigger.
Before I can reach the door, Phantom is dragging a bedraggled and startled Bird into the bedroom by his arm. Bird is naked and dripping water from the shower. He must have been in the middle of washing his long hair because it is still covered in shampoo bubbles.
“Ro…? What’s going on?” Bird cranes his neck to look at me. “Was my singing that bad?”
“I think it was that good.” I prowl to Phantom, attempting unsuccessfully to prise his fingers off Bird’s wet arm.
Phantom ignores me.
He is carrying a fluffy towel under one arm that he must have snatched from the rail as he passed it. Instead, with the same focus, as if he is taking an enemy unit down, he starts to dry Bird’s hair.
“It’s okay, Ro. Let him. Is this an Alpha thing?” Bird’s muffled voice calls.
“It’s a Phantom thing.” I step back and lean against the timber wall.
I cross my arms, pretending to be casual, while in fact being ready to leap into action if needed.
Phantom efficiently dries Bird.
He gestures at his throat and then his chest. He smiles, before touching Bird’s lips.
“My voice…? The song?” Bird ventures.
Phantom nods.
