Chapter 29: A Jumping Clown
I was woken up out of dead sleep by the hissing voices of an argument going on around me.
"Fuck you, an' fuck that," sneered Ronan, his voice causing an unintentional smile to appear on my face. "We's no be goin' to the base. The station be a whole lot closer, an' we's need to know whose survived. We donna leave any of our own behind. I donna care what your girl be whisperin' in yer ear."
His voice was still lyrical, but I could hear the pure rage in his voice.
"Ooma Loompa, doompety doo, I've got a bad feeling bout you," I hummed, the smile on my face getting bigger as the hissing voices quickly broke off.
"Did the mean ol' man wake you up, Niblet?" purred Max, his nose brushing the side of my cheek. I guess I was still in his arms, but I wasn't complaining about that at all.
Unfortunately for all, I now had a song stuck in my head, and there was probably nothing I could do to get it out. Instead of continuing to interrupt what was clearly an important talk, I bit my lower lip and nodded my head to the music in it.
"Go back to sleep, Pet," murmured Désiré, and I could feel his massive hand on my head, petting my hair until my eyelids got heavy again.
However, after too many years of being primed for a beating, I could fake sleep like the best of them. If the guys were arguing about something, I was going to need to know what was going on. I might not be able to prepare for anything, but at least I'd be in the right head space.
As long as I could stop the words of Bad Feeling from circling around my brain.