Chapter 136

Declan

She didn’t look at me again.

Not when she stepped back.

Not when she pulled in a breath that sounded like it hurt.

Not when she turned toward the small pile of her clothes neatly folded on the chair.

I stayed where I was—hands at my sides, jaw locked, every muscle drawn tight with the effort not to reach for her. The room felt like it was shrinking, like all the oxygen was being pulled out