Unworthy King

Declan

I drove away from Avery's café, my hands gripping the wheel like it might escape if I loosened my hold. The Aston Martin purred beneath me, all that expensive engineering wasted on a man whose thoughts kept circling back to a four-year-old boy with my eyes.

That hug.

Christ, that hug.

The kid had melted into me like I was someone safe. Someone trustworthy. Someone who deserved that kind of