Standing before the mirror, Autumn adjusted the daggers within her garter while Declan entered the room. The irresolute gaze upon his attractive face had caused for her to distance herself from her current objective and focus upon him. When turning to face him, she noticed how his usual arrogant and well-groomed expression had changed. His light eyes had turned a few shades darker and where humor lied behind them had now been replaced with having been jaded. His lips had been chapped, his eyes held circles beneath them, and even his skin had seemed to gain a sickly hue to it. However, the same smirk that made Autumn fall for him in the first place had remained present as her concern grew for him.
"I can do this on my own, Declan-" his eyes shot up to her, angry in her having even offered
