Chapter 43

Declan

I let out a bitter laugh, sharp and humorless, even as my chest ached. “What he made us? You’re really going to use that excuse? You’re just going to roll over and let him decide who we are?”

“Declan—”

“No, fuck you, Dane,” I snapped, pacing again, my bare feet slamming against the floor. “You’re not the only one who gets a say in this family. You’re not the only one choking under his hand.