Chapter 0395

Viktor

Declan slept on a chair in the corner of the room. His jacket collar hiked up around his chin. His arms folded tightly across his chest, while his feet rested on the coffee table that he had placed in front of the door like a barricade.

We had made it to Sloane’s house without any witnesses, but on the way here, each step seemed to make Declan more and more agitated. He was frustrated with