He paused for a second. “The Morozov Mansion.”
“Doing what?”
“Just checking up on Vee,” he said before quickly moving on to say, “I won’t be long. I just need to shower and change.”
Then he hung up.
Odd. It wasn’t like Bishop to keep secrets from me.
It was obviously something he didn’t think I’d approve of. But what?
I’d think about it later. I texted Bishop the address and then texted Roxie.
ME
Find me everything you can on Lawler Rowan.
ROXIE
Merry Christmas to you, too, asshole.
ME
Please?
My phone rang immediately.
“Okay, who are you and what have you done with Byron?” Roxie said, her chipper voice grating on my eardrums like a knife.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
The ever present clicking of a keyboard echoed in the background. “You never say please. Are you okay?”
“Actually, I’m not sure.”
The clicking keys stopped. “Do I need to activate the code black?”
I snorted. The code black was a failsafe for if I lost myself to the darkness and went on a bloody rampage. “No. I’m just hyper focussed on Wilder and it’s pushing everything else to the side.”
Bishop. My duty to Damyr. Christ, when was the last time I ate something?
“So that’s why Damyr’s been demanding to know where you are. He thinks you’ve gone awol and killed Wilder because he can’t get hold of him either.”
“No, he’s alive. He’s just in the middle of something.” I perched on the edge of the bed next to him and just stared at him. “I need to help him, and I don’t really know how to. I’m not usually one to offer help.”
“No,” she giggled. “Help isn’t your strongest virtue, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t any good at it, Byron. Just follow your instincts. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“Thanks, Roxie and Merry Christmas.”
“Fuck me, that’s weird. I’ll sort the file and email it to you. Bye.” The line went dead, and I looked back at Wilder. It was strange to think that this man had once annoyed the shit out of me to the point where I’d considered leaving pieces of him at the bottom of the ocean.
Now look at me.I was watching over him like Florence bloody Nightingale.
Maybe the push and pull between us had always been leading us here. I wasn’t one to believe in Fate, but when I took stock of my life in this moment, I was fortunate. I had my twin back in the same city, I had money and a job and now I had Wilder.
I couldn’t help thinking that I was waiting for the other shoe to drop…
“What’s all this?”