He started to button up his shirt. At least the mark had gone from his chest. A pang of disappointment flittered through meat that, but I wasn’t going to analyse why. I pushed the thought aside and looked deep into his eyes.
He maintained eye contact with me as he strode towards me, looking every inch the notorious killer I knew him to be. Byron took every step with lethal intent and closed the distance until the heady scent of his cologne surrounded me.
“You can run, Wilder,” he said softly, his voice laced with threat. “But you will never be able to run anywhere that I won’t catch you. Know why?” He leant closer, so close that I could feel his breath across my lips. “Because now I know what you taste like, I’m never going to let you go.”
And with those ominous words, he brushed past me, leaving a whisper of a dark laugh behind him as he left the room.
What the fuck had I done?
Chapter Three
Byron
“When do you leave for your honeymoon?” Acheron asked Damyr as he joined us at the table. Aleksey, Vlad, Bishop and I were having a late breakfast following yesterday’s celebration, and I seemed to be the only one without a sore head. I wasn’t a big drinker, but I’d also been distracted for a few hours yesterday. Apparently, I’d missed all the fun with the others whilst watching over Wilder.
My little witch hadn’t shown up yet, and it bothered me. I wanted to know he was okay, to see him with my own eyes. Whatever happened yesterday was still playing on my mind. Usually, things didn’t bother me, but this did.
Did anyone else know about the visions? I wasn’t convinced theywerevisions. They weren’t like anything I’d come across before and I’d seen a lot.
“We’ve decided to leave the honeymoon until after Christmas,” Damyr said before taking a sip of his coffee. His eyes focussed on something over my shoulder and his entire face lit up.
“Good morning, husband,” Benji said cheerfully as he dropped into Damyr’s lap and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Good morning, little bird,” I chirped, just to piss Damyr off.
“Byron,” Damyr growled. “Pack it in. Benjamin is off limits.”
I knew that, I just liked to get under Damyr’s skin every once in a while, to remind him that I could.
“Damyr, ignore him. It’s what I do,” Benji threw over his shoulder with a cocky little grin.
Looking at the newlyweds was like looking at day and night. Two opposites that shouldn’t work together but somehow did. Damyr was all dark features and temperament, but Benji was blonde curls and sunshine, pretty and fragile.
“Don’t listen to him,” Bishop said around a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “He’s just pissed that Wilder doesn’t want him.”
Damyr’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “I told you to stay away from him.”
“I did,” I replied. “Up until he blacked out. No one else seemed to notice something was wrong with him.”
Which in hindsight, pissed me off a little. Why was I the only one who had noticed?
Bishop lowered his fork. “Is he okay?”
I nodded. “He was when he left.”
Vlad wiped his mouth with his napkin. “What happened?”
I recounted the incident to the others, but I left out the kiss. Somehow that felt… private. The kiss was ours and I didn’t want to share it.
Interesting.
I also didn’t mention that for one brief, earth shattering second, I felt something I couldn’t place. It tasted sour and felt sharp and jagged, like broken glass ricocheting around my chest, but it had appeared and gone in a flash. I was partly still trying to convince myself I’d imagined the whole thing. It unsettled me.
Unnerved me.
“You held magic?” Benji asked, excitement sparkling in his green eyes. “Is that even possible for a human?”
“It shouldn’t be.” Damyr rested his chin on Benji’s shoulder as he spoke, a frown pulling at his dark brows. “Any lingering aftereffects?”