rings twice before a gruff voice snarls, “What the fuck do you want, asshole?” I pause, nearly choking on my own spit at the furious male growl that definitely isn’t Ro. Something uncomfortable slithers down my spine. “Is this not Ro’s number?” I ask, my voice steady, slightly calm, but still firm: my “Captain Rhys” voice, some on my team might call it. There’s a long pause, then a much lighter sounding, “Rhys?” My eyes bug out and I cough. “Freddy?”
