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Jugkook had no words to refute his contemptuous insult, but he wasn't going to accept his charity. 

"Shut your filthy mouth. I. Am. No. Whore. I will not stand for your insult anymore. One more disgusting insinuation of me being one and see what happens to your dick," Jungkook mimes a pair of scissors with his fingers, "Also, we already have plenty of clothes. We don't need any more," he insisted vehemently.

Jungkook was daring to try to reject what he knew to be the truth, he must be taught a lesson that would ensure that he did not do so again. 

Jungkook would wear clothes bought with his money so that they would both know just what he was. He might be forced to marry him to be able to lay legal claim to his sons, but he wasn't going to let him forget where he belonged to that group of sluts all whose willing to sell their bodies to anyone rich enough to provide them with the lifestyle of designer clothes and easy money they craved.

"Plenty of clothes?" Taehyunh taunted, "In one case? When there are three of you? My sons and my soon-to-be husband will be dressed in a manner appropriate to their station in life, and not-"

"Not what?" Jungkook challenged him.

"Do you need me to answer that question?" was his silkily derisory response.

~~~

Shivering in the easterly March wind, Jungkook locked the front door.

His head pounding painfully as he got into the car, its interior smelled of expensive leather, his mouth went dry.

The twins were both engrossed in the TVs installed in the back of the front seats as Taehyung concentrated on his driving.

Now wasn't the time to think about that past, he told himself but it was too late.

The memories were already storming his defences and flooding over them.

Jungkook's parents' death in an accident had been a terrible shock, followed by his adopted sister's decision to sell their family home behind his back. His friend had tried to protect him by not telling.

Angry with his adopted sister and on top of the betrayal he felt from his friend not telling him anything, Jungkook had deliberately chosen to befriend a new girl in the area, knowing that his friend would disapprove.

Although the new girl was only eighteen months older than Jungkook, Jungkook had been far more worldly, dressing in tight-fitting clothes in the latest and skimpiest fashions, her hair dyed platinum blonde and her face heavily made-up.

Secretly, although Jungkook hadn't been prepared to admit it, he had been shocked by some of the disclosures the new girl had made about the things Jungkook had done.

From men to drugs, the new girl's goal in life was to get a wealthy boyfriend. Jungkook had heard that young wealthy men in NY patronised a certain club in the city, and had asked Jungkook to go there with him.

Jungkook had just turned seventeen, a very naive boy at that, with his whole world, turned upside down by events over which he'd had no control.

But no matter how often his friend had reassured him since then, his rebellion had been completely natural and understandable, that he was not to blame for what had happened, Jungkook knew that deep down inside he would always feel guilty.

Before they'd left for the club the new girl had promised Jungkook a 'makeover,' pouring them both a glass of special orange juice.

The special orange juice had gone straight to Jungkook's head as he had never drunk alcohol. The drink had left him feeling high and light-headed that he hadn't protested or objected when Jungkook insisted Jugkook to change into one of her own short, pleated skirts and a sheer, tight-fitting top, before painting his face in a similar style to hers, with dark eyeliner, heavy thick mascara loaded on each eyelash and lots of pink lipgloss.

The boy staring back at Jungkook from the mirror had his hair tousled and a pink pout. He had been so unrecognisable under the effect of the 'vodka' and orange the new girl gave.

Jungkook had only been able to stare at his reflection in dizzy astonishment.

The new girl brought him out and had him watch how to sweet talk the bouncer into letting them into the club, by then he had been too afraid of her mockery and contempt to tell her that he had changed his mind and wanted to go home.

Jungkook watched other people going in, older people than him, dressed up in tiny little tops and skirts that revealed dark, artificial suntans. He'd known instinctively and immediately that he would feel out of place, inside the club had been hot and stuffy, packed with people with the same goal in mind as the new girl.

Several young alpha and human men had come up to them, the club had been packed and noisy, and Jungkook's head had begun to ache.

He had felt alien and alone, the alcohol heightening his dark emotions - bringing home to the reality of his parents' death, the despair and misery he had been feeling.

The new girl he came with had started talking to a man, deliberately excluding him from their conversation and keeping her back to his. Suddenly, he had longed for the security of the home life Jungkook had lost, of someone in his life to take care and protect him, someone loved him, instead of getting cross with as his adopted sister did.

And that had been when Jungkook had looked across the bar and seen Taehyung.

Something about him had set him apart from the other men in the club, for a start he'd been far more smartly dressed in a suit, dark hair groomed and an air of command and power and certainty had emanated from him that Jungkook's insecure senses immediately picked up and recognised on, he was drawn to.

In Jungkook's alcohol-induced state, Taehyung had looked like an escape of safety and security in a sea of confusion and misery.

He hadn't been able to take his eyes off Taehyung, he had looked back, his mouth had gone dry with the anticipation of speaking to him that Jugkook had had to wet his lips with the tip of his tongue.

The way that Taehyung's gaze had followed that movement, showing authority that he was singling him out from all the others in the bar, had reinforced Jungkook's alcohol-induced belief that there was a link between them.

That Taehyung was drawing him closer, that they were meant to meet, and that somehow once he was close, he would be safe, he would save him from his fears, to protect him just as his insecurities.

Jungkook had no memory of approaching, only of reaching him, when he had smiled up at Taehyung he had felt as though he already knew him.

But of course, he hadn't.

Jungkook hadn't known anything, he reflected bitterly now, as he dragged his messy thoughts away from the past and massaged his throbbing temple as Taehyung drove onto the motorway and the car picked up speed.

~~~

Taehyung had booked an enormous suite of three bedrooms, each with a bathroom and a good-sized sitting room as well.

Jungkook had felt out of place as they'd walked through the lobby, but he had soon forgotten them once they'd been shown into their suite and he had realised that the alpha would be staying in the suite with them.

Taehyung's presence in the suite, even though there were several feet between them and he's fully dressed, somehow had the same effect on his body as though he was touching him.

The sound of his deep, velvety voice made Jungkoik think he could almost feel the warmth of his breath on his skin, his body started to react, a tiny, prickling sensation heightening his awareness.

Taehyung gesturing towards the bedrooms, "I've asked for one of the rooms to be made up for the boys."

Inside Jungkook's head, he could feel that hand cupping his ass, swelled and ached whilst he tried desperately to stifle his body's arousal.

Why was this happening?

He'd lived happily without sex for nearly six years, so why is his body reacting like this now?

The fact that Taehyung could arouse an intense desire is something he didn't want to think about. His stomach was churning, adding to the feeling of nausea already being producing a headache.

Jungkook had been sick when they had stopped for a break at a gas and service station.

Now, all he wanted to do was lie down in a dark room, but of course, that was impossible.

"You and I will occupy the other two rooms, I expect that you will wish to have the room closest to the boys?"

"I could have shared a room with the boys," was Jungkook's weak response, "There was no need for you to book three rooms."

Sharing with the boys would surely prevent any more of those unwanted memories from surfacing.

"If I had only booked two the hotel would have assumed you would be sharing my bed, not sleeping with the twins," was Taehyung's teasing response.

Immediately another image flashed through Jungkook's muddled brain - two naked bodies entwined on a large bed, hands holding and caressing the other as his head was thrown back in wild ecstasy.

His mental images were making him panic. They meant nothing other than that Taehyung's unexpected, unwanted reappearance in his life was causing him to remember events that had had such a dramatic effect on his life.

To Jungkook's relief, the twins had been inspecting the suite and came rushing into the sitting room.

Haru ran over, "Guess what, daddy bun? There's a TV in our bedroom, and-"

"Ohhh.. is that the TV which will remain switched off whilst you are in bed? You know the rules, my little prince."

Jungkook teased him firmly, relieved to be able to return to the familiar role, he was very strict about limiting the boys' television viewing, preferring them to make their entertainment.

Taehyung interjected, "By the way, I thought we'd use the rest of the afternoon to get the boys fitted out with new clothes they'll need. We can walk to a shop here."

The last thing Jugkook felt like doing was shopping, but he was determined not to show any weakness, Taehyung would only be accused of being a bad parent if he did.

Hopefully, he might see a pharmacist where he could get something for his headache. It's been so long since the last debilitating attacks that he didn't have anything he could take for it.

Determinedly trying to ignore his continuing feeling of nausea, he slowly nodded his head and winced as the pain increased.

"The boys will need a wide range of clothes."

Two hours later Jungkook's battling between angry frustration at how Taehyung had overruled all his attempts to minimise the amount of money he was spending on their new clothes but Jungkook had to admit they looked adorable.

The whole time they had been shopping with the boys Jungkook had been conscious of the admiring looks Taehyung had attracted from others and his heart gave a flurry of tense beats in response to his unwelcome thoughts.

"I've got some business to attend to this evening," Taehyung told him as they made a detour on the way back to the hotel to allow the boys to walk freely, the suggestion from the alpha had been welcomed, hoping that the fresh air would ease the pounding in his head.

Taehyung continued, "But first, I've arranged for a jeweller to come with a selection of wedding and engagement bands. I also made an appointment for you in the morning for the spa and hair salon then afterwards a personal shopper who'll choose your new wardrobe. I thought I'd take the boys to the Natural History Museum whilst you're doing that, to keep them occupied."

Jungkook weakly nodded, realising that he had no choice on the matter to make.

"Yes?" Taehyung probed.

He nodded again, now Jungkook knew he would be conscious of the fact that everyone was judging his appearance and that if he was found wanting it would reflect on the twins.

Acceptance by their peers was very important to children.

Jungkook knew that even at the boys' young age, children hated being embarrassed. For their sake, he would have to accept Taehyung's charity, even though his pride hated the idea.

Panic curled through his system, it certainly wasn't what he wanted to feel then staggered to the side, losing his balance.

Determinedly Jungkook started to push himself free but rather than releasing him, Taehyung tightened his hold.

Taehyung was his enemy.

An enemy he was forced to share his sons with because he was their other father, an enemy who had ripped the protection of his naivety with his cruel contempt.

Taehyung has known Jungkook's slender but it was only now that he could feel the bones beneath his slim flesh, able to recognise how thin he was.

Once again he was reminded of the investigative report he had commissioned on the omega.

Was it possible to ensure that his sons ate well and not deprived of the nourishment they needed he had been going without?

Taehyung had held his sons and he knew just how solid and strong their bodies were.

The amount of energy they possessed alone was a testament to their good health and it was their good health that mattered to him, not that of their omega father, whose presence in his life was something he had told himself he would have to accept for their sakes.

Even so, he looked down into Jungkook's face, his skin was paler than he remembered, he had put that down to the fact that when he had first met with heavily plastered make-up, whilst now he wore none.

The omega's cheekbones might be more pronounced, his lips were thin but soft. Those lips of a sensual siren who knew how to use his body for his advantage.

Taehyung had never been under any illusions as to why Jungkook had approached him that night, he had heard him and his friend discussing the young wealthy men they intended to target.

Unable to find one, Jungkook had decided to target him instead.

The alpha frowned, unwilling to contrast the frail vulnerability of the man he was holding with the boy he remembered. Even more unwilling to allow himself to feel concerned for him.

Why should he care?

He didn't.

Yet, as he struggled to pull free, Jungkook's eyes huge in his fine-boned face, a sudden gleam of sunshine pierced the heavy grey of the late afternoon sky to reveal the perfection of his skin and stroke fingers of light through his brunette hair. 

Taehyung had a sudden reluctance to let him go but in rejection, he immediately released him.

~~~

Once they were back in their suite, in the privacy of his bathroom, Jungkook tried to take two of the painkiller tablets, he had bought from the pharmacist under the pretext of needing some toothpaste.

But his stomach heaved at the mere thought of attempting to swallow them, nausea overwhelming him.

Still feeling sick and weakened by a pounding headache, as soon as the twins had had something to eat he bathed them and put them to bed.

They had only been asleep a few minutes when the jeweller had arrived, removing a roll of cloth from his briefcase, after Taehyung had introduced him and had all sat down.

They were all beautiful but something made Jungkook recoil from them. It seemed somehow wrong. A ring should represent love and commitment that was equally precious and enduring instead of the hollow emptiness of his marriage would be.

"You choose, Taehyung," he told the alpha emptily, not wanting to look at them.

The omega's lack of interest in the priceless gems glittering in front of him made Taehyung frown.

His mother had loved jewellery.

He could still see her seated at her opulent dressing table, dressing to go out for the evening, admiring the antique Cartier bangles glittering on her arms.

"Your birth paid for these," Jungkook had told him, "Your grandfather insisted that your father should only buy me one, so I had to remind him that I had given birth to his heir. Thank goodness you weren't an omega. Your grandfather was so mean that he would have seen to it that I got nothing if you had been. Remember when you an alpha, Taehyung, that the more expensive the piece of jewellery you give your mate, the more willing they will be and thus the more you can demand."

My mother had laughed then, a wicked laugh that still ringing in his head, pouting her glossy red slicked lips at her reflection and adding, "I shouldn't give away the secrets of my sex to you, should I?"

His beautiful, shallow, greedy mother was chosen as a bride for his father by his grandfather because of her aristocratic wolf ancestry, marrying his father because Jungkook hated her own family's poverty.

When Taehyung had grown old enough to recognise how his father had been humiliated and treated with contempt by the grandfather who had forced the marriage and the mate who thought of him only as an open bank account. 

He had sworn to never follow in his father's footsteps and allow the same thing to happen to him.

What was Jungkook hoping for by pretending a lack of interest?

Something more expensive?

Angrily Taehyung looked at the rings, hand hovering over the smallest solitaire he could see, he intended to punish the omega by choosing it, until his attention was drawn to another ring close to it, its two perfect diamonds shimmering in the light.

It was the jeweller who handed the ring to Jungkook, he took it unwillingly, sliding the cold metal onto his fourth finger, eyes widening and heart turning over as he looked at it properly for the first time.

Two perfect diamonds nestled together on a slender band, slightly offset from one another and yet touching, twin diamonds for their twin sons.

His throat closed up, his gaze seeking the alpha's despite the attempt to stop from doing so, emotions clearly on display but there was no answering warmth in Taehyung's eyes, only a cold hardness that froze him out.

"Ah, it looks perfect one you. An excellent choice," the jeweller was saying, "Each stone weighs two point five carats, they are a particularly good quality and ethically mined, just as you requested," he informed Taehyung.

The comment took Jungkook by surprise but he allowed himself to see him in a different light.

Emotionally as well as sexually vulnerable?

No, that must not happen.

Jungkook's panic increased his existing nausea, it was a relief when the jeweller finally left, his departure was quickly followed by Taehyung's to his business meeting.

~~~

"Your hair is lovely and is to die for, I think it would look better if we put a few different lengths into it."

Those had been the words of the salon's senior stylist when Jungkook had first come over to examine his hair. 

Jungkook simply nodded his head, not caring how Jungkook cut his hair. He was still feeling unwell, head still aching, he knew from experience that these headaches could last for two and even three days once they took hold, before finally lifting.

Now, though, the stylist stepped back from the mirror asking, "What do you think?" 

Jungkook was forced to admit that he was almost lost for words over the difference her skill had made to his hair, transforming it from an untidy tumble of weed into a stunningly chic style that feathered against his small face, his hair swung softly onto his ears, the kind of style he had seen worn by several of the celebrities and pop idols and musicians on TV.

"Thank you. I like it."

"It's easy to maintain and will fall back into shape after you've washed it. You're lucky to have naturally brunette hair."

Thanking him again, Jugkoom allowed himself to be led away.

At least he had managed to eat some dry toast this morning and kept down a couple of the painkillers which had eased his head a little.

His next appointment was at the spa, and when he caught other people giving him a second look as he made his way over to his booked room.

Jungkook hated admitting it, but it was true that first impressions counted, the last thing he wanted was for the twins to be embarrassed by a father other people looked down on.

Even young children are very perceptive, they're quick to notice such things.

Two hours later, he walked out and a personal shopper came to collect him to help in choosing a new wardrobe. He couldn't help giving quick, disbelieving glances into the mirrors he passed, unable to believe that the young man looking back was him.

His nails were manicured and painted a fashionable shade of black, eyebrows were trimmed and make-up was applied in such a subtle and delicate way that it barely looked as though he was wearing any at all.

Yet at the same time, his eyes looked larger and darker, mouth fuller and softer and her complexion so delicately perfect.

Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off the glowing face, although he would never admit it, the makeover had been fun once he had got over the initial discomfort at being fussed over and pampered.

Now he felt like a young confident omega man rather than an anxious father.

The personal shopper spoke, breaking him out of his thoughts, "I understand you want clothes suitable for living in SK, rather than merely holidaying there and that your life will include various social and business engagements. Also including your ceremony."

Without waiting for his answer the personal shopper continued, "It's just a very quiet ceremony," he told the other.

Jungkook's heart leapt as somehow he hadn't expected Taehyung to specify that he needed a wedding suit.

What Jungkook wore was immaterial, since neither of them was likely to want to look back in future years to remember the day they married.

His thoughts had produced a hard painful lump in his throat, an unwanted ache inside his chest.

Why? 

Jungkook was twenty-three years old, the father of five-year-old twins, he had long ago abandoned any thoughts of romance and love, dismissing them as the emotional equivalent of chocolate sweets on the tongue for a very short time, highly addictive and dangerously habit-forming.

Best avoided unhealthy and emotional diets.

Like the love he had for his sons, the bond he shared with his life-long friend, those were emotions and commitments that would last, whilst from what he had seen and heard romantic love was a delusion.

Walking back to the hotel lobby, Jungkook reflected miserably beneath the new hairstyle and the pretty make-up he was still exactly what he had been beforehand.

They couldn't change him, could not take away the burden of the guilt he still carried because of what he'd once been.

Expensive clothes were only a pretence, just like his marriage would be.

For him.

Yes, but not for the twins.

They must never know how he felt, the last thing he wanted was for them to grow up feeling that he had sacrificed himself for them.

They must believe that he was happy.

As he slowly walked, intending to go straight to their suite, he caught an assessing look a woman in the lobby gave him, before smiling slightly, he decided to stay in the lounge and then a well-trained waitress showed him to a small table right at the front of the lounge.

Jungkook would have preferred to have hidden away in a dark corner. He wasn't used to being on his own though.

Normally, when he went out he had the twins with him or his friend.

Several very smart-looking people were coming in, followed by a group of businessmen in suits, one of whom gave him such a deliberate look followed by a warm smile that started his face to burn.

The lounge was filling up.

Jungkook was just about to pour a cup of tea when he saw the twins hurrying towards him followed by Taehyung.

His hair, like the twins', was damp, as though he had just stepped out of the shower, his heart lurched and his hand had started to tremble so badly that he had to put down the teapot.

The twins were clamouring to tell their omega father about their day, but even though Jungkook tried desperately to focus on them his gaze remained riveted to Taehyung, who had now stopped walking and was looking at him.

It wasn't Jungkook's changed appearance that had brought him to an abrupt halt, in Taehyung's eyes the new hairstyle and pretty make-up were merely accessories that highlighted what he already knew and had been confirmed that when the omega had opened the door of his home to him a few days earlier, namely that the delicacy of his features possessed a rare beauty.

No, what had caused him to stop dead almost in mid-stride was the sense of Lycan pride the sight of the trio in front of him brought.

Not just the twins, but the three of them.

His sons and his omega.

They went together, they belonged together.

To him.

Taehyung shook his head, trying to dispel his unfamiliar reactions about Jungkook, both angered by them and wanting to reject them.

They were the opposite of what he wanted to feel.

What was happening to him?

Earlier the twins were fascinated by the various exhibits in the NYC National History Museum, they had happily held Taehyung's big hand and pressed gratifyingly close to him for protection, calling him Appa and showing every indication of being happy to be with him, so why did he feel so aware of Jungkook's absence.

'It is somehow incomplete?'

It was for the boys' sake, he assured himself, because he was concerned that they might be missing their other father, nothing more.

Jungkook's transformation passed him by other than the fact that he noticed the way he was wearing his hair revealed the slender column of his throat and his face had a bit more colour in it.

After all the sight that brought him to a halt, he reached the table and simply frowned, he demanded to know why he hadn't ordered something to eat.

"Taehyung, all I wanted was a cup of tea," he answered him calmly, he turned to the boys, "Did you like the museum?"

"Yes," Haneul confirmed, "And then Appa took us swimming."

Swimming?

"There's a pool in the hotel," Taehyung explains.

"Appa bought us new swimming trunks too," Haru told him.

Jubgkook directed a concerned look at Taehyung, "There should be two adults with them when they go in a pool. A child can drown in seconds and-"

"There was a lifeguard on duty," Taehyung stopped him, "They're both naturals in the water, but that will be in their genes. I swam for the nation as a junior."

"Daddy's hair is different," Haru suddenly announced.

Self-consciousness crawled along Jungkook's spine, orchestrated by his makeover, but the alpha didn't care, he merely stated almost indifferently, "I hope you got everything you need, as there won't be time for any more shopping. As I said, I've arranged for us to fly the day after the marriage ceremony."

Jungkook nodded.

Taehyung's approval or lack of it shouldn't mean anything at all.

The boys would be hungry and he was tired but more importantly, he focused on his responsibilities rather than worrying about some flimsy approval or lack of it.

"I'll take the boys up to the suite and organise a meal for them," he informed the other.

"Good idea. I've got some ends to tie up with the Embassy,' Taehyung said brusquely, with a brief nod of his head.

"What about dinner?"

Jungkook's mouth had gone dry with the silence that answered his question. He felt that he had committed a faux pas as if he'd asked him to go to bed with him.

Why had the simple question brought back that feeling he had had earlier?

Taehyung asked himself angrily.

For a moment, he let himself imagine the two of them having dinner together.

The two of them?

Surely he meant the four of them, it was because of the twins and only because of them that he had decided to allow Jungkook back into his life.

Taehyung knew better than to allow himself to be tricked by emotions, be they paternal or sexual.

As he had good cause to know, those emotions could be summoned out of nowhere and disappear back there just as quickly.

"I've already arranged dinner with an old friend," he lied, "I don't know what time I'll be back."

Feeling embarrassed with himself for inadvertently giving Tarhyung the impression that he wanted to have dinner with him, Jungkook swallowed against the dry feeling in his mouth and quietly walked away with his sons.

Did that mean Taehyung was having dinner with another lover, perhaps? 

Jungkook wondered as the boys ate their dinner and he had forced himself to eat something with them.

He knew so little about Taehyung's life and the people in it.

A feeling of panic began to grow inside him.

In the early days, after he had first met Taehyung, Jungkook had tried to find out as much as he could about the alpha, still refusing to believe then that all he had been to him was a one-night stand.

Jungkook had also learned about the alpha's family, these were only summarized information that was made public.

His family the Kims of Baek-ho have ruled the country for many centuries, that his grandfather, the previous patriarch, had built up a shipping business in the wake of the Second World War which had brought new wealth and employment.

Jungkook knew nothing of the private lives of his family, their way of life, but if he hadn't agreed to go with them he would have tried to take the twins from him, he was sure.

This way at least he would be with them.

A fierce tide of love surged through him, the twins meant everything.

Their emotional security both now and in the future was what would bring him happiness and was far more important than anything else.

Especially the unwanted and humiliating desire that Taehyung was somehow able to arouse.

His mouth had gone dry again.

At seventeen he might have been able to excuse himself for being vulnerable to sexual charisma but he was not a teen any more. Jungkook's single solitary memory of sexual passion was still limited to what he had experienced.

He, of course, had no doubt shared his bed with an unending parade of willing participants since he had ejected him so cruelly from both it and his life.

He looked at his newly acquired mobile phone, suddenly unable to resist the temptation to do a web search on the alpha's name.

It wasn't prying, not really.

He had the boys to think of after all.

Jungkook wasn't sure what he had expected to find but his eyes widened over the discovery that Taehyung was now the ruler of the country.

A role that carried the title of Emperor, although, according to the website, he had decided to dispense with its usage, preferring to adopt a more democratic approach, assigning a prime minister, to ruling than exercised by his predecessors.

His parents had died when the alpha was eighteen, in a cruise accident, the private yacht they'd been in was bombed by pirates.

They had both been orphaned at almost the same age.

Like him, Taehyung's parents had been killed in an accident.

A shock as though Jugkook had inadvertently touched a live wire shot through him.

If he had known that when they had first met, what difference would it have made?

None.

Taehyung was thirty-four, to his twenty-three, a man at the height of his powers.

A small shiver raked heated skin, like a sensual rasp of a lover's tongue against over sensitised flesh.

Inside Jungkook's head, an image immediately formed - Taehyung's dark, tanned hand cupping a naked ass cheek, his other big hand clamping down on his sides as his heated tongue curled around a tight nipple.

The small shiver became a racking shudder. 

Quickly Jungkook tried to banish the image, closing down the mobile's widescreen, he was feeling nauseous again.

However, he remembered why he stopped. Once he had been forced to recognise that Jungkook meant nothing to the alpha he then had stopped seeking out information about him.

Shakily, he made his way to the twins' room, "Bath time," he told his sons firmly.

Their new clothes had been delivered to the suite whilst they had been downstairs, along with new cases and once the twins were in bed he intended to spend his evening packing in readiness for their flight.