The Rightful Heiress

Myra’s syrupy words hung in the tense air of the foyer, a desperate attempt to regain control. Declan, who had been lingering near the grand threshold, caught the shift in momentum. He paused, the heavy oak door half-open behind him. A smug, entitled smirk played on his lips as he turned back to face the sisters. The momentary silence from Gareth had given him a false sense of security.

He looked