Chapter 41
Dorian's gut churned, a sour, metallic tang filling his mouth. Declan's carefully chosen words, a venomous whisper of evasions and outright lies, grated on his every nerve. Declan’s dance around his nephew and family history was a forbidding, deliberate mockery of Dorian’s intelligence, and he didn’t appreciate it.
Dorian’s tone, sharp as fractured glass, struck Declan with guilt. This curdled confection of half-truths wouldn’t placate Dorian, so Declan finally cracked under the unyielding pressure, the carefully constructed facade crumbling like sunbaked earth, his voice cracking as he confessed the full, bitter, ugly truth behind his family.
“I’ve been honest about how my family knew Aoife and her ties with our pack. Her bond with Conor is true, and so is Niall’s obsession
