CHAPTER 63

DECLAN

The more I look into Trent's affairs, the deeper the pit of frustration I found myself in. How much more dirt was I going to unearth about this scoundrel? The mere thought of it left me seething with anger and vexation.

As I paced the floor in my state of agitation, Dante sat nearby, nonchalantly chewing on a plate of pasta. His deliberate loud chewing grated on my nerves, and I shot him a