Unfortunately, I was going to have to.
“Wilder, baby. I need to take care of something for Damyr.”
He looked up at me with wide eyes. “Right now?”
“Yes, but I’ve asked Bishop to come and sit with you, so you aren’t alone.”
“Oh.” He looked away, his gaze finding the floor.
“I promise I won’t be long and besides, think of all the things you could ask Bishop while I’m not around.”
He seemed to perk up at that thought and, whilst I might regret giving him the idea, I also wanted the two of them to get along. Bishop was half of me, if he didn’t like Wilder, or vice versa, then I was going to struggle to remain balanced and away from the brink.
There was a knock at the door and Wilder flinched.
“It’s okay. It’s just Bishop.” I picked Wilder up and placed him gently back onto the sofa so I could go and answer the door.
Bishop stood on the other side, looking freshly showered and perky.
Too perky.
What had he been up to?
“Hi,” he beamed as he stepped into the house. “Where is he?”
“On the sofa.” He made to walk around me, but I grabbed his arm.
“What?”
I looked deep into his eyes, trying to find a hint of whatever was going on in his mind, but he was guarding his emotions from me. “Just take care of him for me. I won’t be long.”
Bishop nodded and something like disappointment flashed in his eyes. Had he wanted me to ask?
“Of course. He’ll be fine. Pretty sure I’ve got some baby pictures on my phone somewhere.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“No promises,” he replied with a chuckle. “Go on. Go. We will be fine.”
Then he brushed past me and went to find Wilder. Once I could hear them chatting away, I felt comfortable enough to leave. I just hoped they didn’t get into too much trouble whilst I was gone.
Chapter Sixteen
Wilder
Bishop stared at me with curiosity. “Nice tattoo.”
I brushed my thumb over the dark letters on my throat and huffed a laugh. “Thanks.”
I’d come around to the idea of it, and I wasn’t itching to get rid of it anymore. Maybe that was a quiet acceptance of how far Byron and I had come. But, if I was being truly honest with myself, I’d liked having Byron in my space the last few days. Hesettled something in me and helped me face something I’m not sure I would have gotten through on my own.
Bishop looked so similar to his twin, and yet so different. His long hair was up in a messy bun, and he wore a loose-fitting jumper that was full of holes with some tight leather pants.
“You get used to it.”
I frowned at him. “Get used to what?”
Bishop pointed to my neck, at the pile of stuff on the table and in the direction that Byron went. “How possessive he is.”