Thankless Devotion

Arthur took a sip of coffee. "Ms. Delaney has had a child and reached a certain age. Maturity was inevitable," he said.

I glanced at Arthur. He wasn't wrong, but it was interesting he'd addressed me as "Ms. Delaney" rather than the casual "Serena."

Declan let out a tired sigh. "She was so easy when she was little. Now she's a teenager who talks back constantly, and I don't know how to deal with he