The Uncivilized Truth

~Declan~

The mirror in the private suite of Mount Sinai Hospital was lying to me.

It had to be. There was simply no other logical explanation. The reflection staring back at me did not belong to Declan Vane—the dashing, immaculate, thrice-crowned darling of the British motorsport press. It belonged to a genetically compromised turnip.

My left eye was swollen into a dark, plum-colored slit. My nose