But then... then, he saw the way the man’s gaze had lingered, how he had leered at Rosamund. And fuck, if that hadn’t made Declan ready to surge up from the table and snap the man’s neck immediately. Eyeing her like she was some sort of possession that he would take by force, like he would rip apart her blouse and force her attention onto him. Declan had seen men like him over the centuries, men who took without asking, who considered others to be something they deserved without consent, and he... He treated them now as a vampire much as he had in life... with a force that only a forceful man
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