Phantom Touch

Avery

Declan loomed over my workstation, the picture of tailored perfection, completely unfazed by my outburst. While I sat there vibrating like cornered prey, he leaned in and slid a thick, embossed card across my desk blotter.

"Forward the outstanding invoices for your mother's treatment here," he instructed smoothly. "My people will handle her immediate admission to Crestview."

I stared blan