“You good?”
Phantom has been silent since leaving the interrogation room, and I don’t blame him. Not only is Slade a lot to handle, but the revelation that they are mates probably came as quite a shock.
He snorted, “If you call finding out that your mate is the son of the vilest human being on the planet ‘Good’, then yeah, I’m f*****g great.”
“Ouch,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood, but Phantom doesn’t bite. “You don’t have to accept him. When it comes to mates, there are no written rules.”
Phantom stops, turning towards me with an annoyed expression, “That’s easy for you to say. I’m f*****g blind, G. The picking is slim, if it’s even existent. And the Goddess decided to pair me with your brother like the four of us are going to be some big, happy family somewhere.” His chest heav
