Page 110 of Chaos has a Name
He’d been betrayed.
AGAIN.
“Yeah, you can, but you could have talked to your children first. This was shitty behavior, Wyler. When someone hurts one of the Blackhawks, that makes us angsty.”
He lifted a brow.
“I’m the oldest Blackhawk here.”
That was the point.
“And yet, you’re acting like a child. I’m sorry that you’re sick again, and the thought of losing you is a gut punch, but you could have done this in a different way. Your wife has been crying, your daughter-in-law has been stressed…”
He stopped him.
“My daughter. She’s not my in-law. She’s mine.”
Oh, well, then he needed to have a‘come to Jesus talk’about that.
Because that made it even worse.
“Then you shouldn’t have pulled all of this. You missed Oliver’s birth, and that hurt Takoda, Coraline, and your children.”
Wyler stood his ground.
“I’d like to get down,” he said, changing the subject. “So, can I have the ladder back?”
That was when Michael laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Oh, and it wasn’t lost on Wyler that it wasn’t the kind of laugh that meant he was amused.
Not.
At.
All.
“Oh, well, I seem to have misplaced the ladder. It looks like you’re stuck up here until they get home. I hope you’re enjoying the nature,” he said, tapping the tree.
Wyler’s eyes went huge.
Was?
He?
Insane?
“Are you telling me that you don’t plan on letting me down from the treehouse?”
That was exactly what he was telling him. This was actually far kinder than what Elizabeth had told them to do. They could have tied him to a chair for hours.
At least now, he had some freedom.
SOME.
