I looked down at the breakfast he’d placed in front of me, and it looked really good. The omelette looked fluffy, there was a glass of fresh orange and a coffee. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Is this poisoned?”
His expression fell in the blink of an eye. “I don’t use poison, I prefer knives. And besides, I want to sink my cock in your ass. Can’t do that if you’re dead. Now eat your breakfast and get dressed. We’re going to see Dara.”
My stomach dropped at the mention of my sister’s name. This was it. The moment I had to face the music and actually figure my shit out.
And why was Byron the person fate had deemed a suitable person to accompany me?
Byron left me in peace to eat my breakfast, and I was grateful for that. He was intimidating at the best of times and have him watch over me like a hawk whilst I ate was going to make me feel all sorts of uncomfortable.
After I finished the best omelette that I’d ever eaten, I showered, threw some clothes on and headed downstairs. My house was relatively small, but it was big enough for me. After Dara and I left home, I wanted my own space. I’d been around people too much and the thought of sharing space with anyone else made a panic attack grip my throat.
So, what made Byron different?
I hadn’t panicked when he’d slept next to me. In fact, I’d slept like the dead.
Well, I was going to file that thought away for another time because I was about to deal with a whole other pile of shit.
“Ready?”
I flinched at the sudden sound, having gotten lost in the myriad of thoughts twirling through my brain. I was taken aback by how dark and lethal Byron looked in his standard outfit. I’d seen it many times before but seeing him in it after he’d been in my bed made it seem more… intimidating.
I swallowed, my throat dry and scratchy. “Yeah. I guess.”
Byron looked me up and down, his eyes darkening. “Then let’s go.”
He flicked the collar of his coat up like some archetypal villain and strode out of my house with purpose. I followed him out, resetting all my protection wards as I left. Although why I even bothered was beyond me. I was about to step into the car of the biggest monster I’d ever met, anyway.
Chapter Five
Byron
Letting Wilder get into my car was a bad idea. He was all I could smell. It invaded every inch of the car and settled deep in my lungs with every breath. I was having a hard time not pulling the damn thing over so that I could pull him into my lap and lick his skin.
Wilder was dressed in one of those baggy, oversized hoodies he liked to wear and now that I knew what he looked like mostly naked, all I could see were those lithe lines and defined bones. Iwanted to mark him, to bite every inch of him. I wanted to hear him scream my name while I pushed him way past the edge of sanity and then I wanted to catch him and hold him close.
Fuck.
Bishop was right.
This was totally going to change our dynamic.
Could I handle that? Bishop had always been the only person I have ever come close to feeling anything like love. If you could call it love. I was feral without him which is why I’d spent the last few years with eyes on him. He always knew, but that was just how we worked. I barely held onto my sanity when Bishop was far away from me and even thinking about a relationship with someone was impossible. I barely had the capacity to function beyond my base needs.
Not that I’d ever really functioned beyond them, anyway.
Hunt. Kill. Fuck. Eat. Sleep.
That was pretty much it. What did I need more than that?
Bishop kept me straying too far into the darkness. Without him tethering me to some sort of moral existence, I’d be lost. So how the hell was Wilder supposed to fit into that?
I’d always shared everything with Bishop, but the thought of sharing Wilder with him made me feel positively savage. Wilder was mine, and that was that.
So where did that leave Bishop?
“I didn’t think you’d drive a Ferrari,” Wilder said, his voice soft and quiet. Like a little mouse.
“This one isn’t mine. It’s Damyr’s, but he’s not using it today.” He’d be pissed when he found out I’d taken it without permission, but if you didn’t want people to drive it, you shouldn’t leave your keys where anyone can grab them.