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Bishop grins. “That, and the fact that I can’t have you ru
I freeze this time, balling my fists under the table. “She doesn’t know about Daemon, does she?”
Bishop runs his index finger over his upper lip, shaking his head with a smirk. “Nope.”
“Why are you doing this to her, Bishop? You guys are solid. Set in stone. Fucking Madshop. Why?”
He seems to ponder over my words and then leans back in his seat. “You wa
“Yes. I do.” Even though I know he’s not going to tell me. Bishop always answers a question with a question, or words his answers in a way that you don’t understand.
Bishop opens his mouth, and then just when he’s about to say something, fucking Nate steps in and interferes. “—Don’t.”
Bishop instantly looks to Nate, and I watch as Bishop’s hard exterior slowly melts away and for a second, he looks vulnerable. Hurt. Deceived. God, Madison. What did you do?
Bishop shakes himself off and then shrugs. “Fine. But she’s going to find out sooner or later. You can’t protect her from everything, Nate.”
I scoff, because Bishop must be on some A-class shit to say that. Only I know that he is.
Abel, who has been quiet, finally speaks. “Where does this leave me?”
Bishop looks back at him and licks his lips. “How do you feel about the sight of blood?”