CHAPTER 29

DECLAN

I'm utterly astounded that that imbecile dared to raise his hand against Hazel. Seriously, who does he think he is? What gives him the audacity to even consider such an action? Not a single hair on her head should be harmed, with or without my consent.

As I gazed out at the bustling streets, clutching a cup of scalding coffee, I struggled to quell the raging storm of anger within me. "What'