I waited while Ryker got the rest of his stuff together. I was going to burn those blood-soaked clothes the moment I got a chance. I didn't care if they were his favorites. Burn pile.
My brand new phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down at the screen. Not recognizing the number, I let it go to voicemail. Just minutes with a new phone and already being attacked by telemarketers. Jerks.
The buzzing stopped. Only to start back up again. I looked down again. Same number. "Hero, do you know this number?" I turned the screen towards him.
He bent down, glared at the screen. Shook his head. "No." He put his palm out.
I rolled my eyes but slapped the phone into his palm.
He hit the connect button, stabbed for the speaker phone. "Who the f**k is this?" he said in lieu of an actual human gree
