So do they.
“We’re restricting your activities for a while.”
He nods once. “I’m sorry, but your health means more than anything else.”
Scorching hot tears threaten, and a roll of heat moves up my chest and into my face. Declan’s eyes widen when I throw my sheet off my lower body and stand opposite him. I barely notice the coolness of the floor under my bare feet.
Declan rises slowly and his eyes, usually soft and kind, narrow and harden. His thinned lips say what he does not: Be careful where you go next.
But I do not care. “You cannot do this to me,” I say and do not recognize my own voice. It is low and wells up from the deep recesses of my chest.
“I can and I will,” he says, his tone even and deep.That's when things get fun. :)
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