Chapter 42

Declan

“Yes,” I whispered, my throat raw. “I saw it. With my own fucking eyes.”

Dane exhaled sharply through the receiver, and I swore I heard him get up, the sound of movement in the background—floorboards creaking, something being knocked over. He muttered a curse under his breath, too low for me to catch all of it, but enough for me to know he wasn’t taking this lightly.

“Fuck,” he hissed final