After a long time, he says quietly, “You were right about something.” It takes every ounce of willpower at my disposal not to respond. When I don’t, he exhales a heavy breath. “I’m not going to hurt you. You have my word.” I resist the urge to sit bolt upright in my seat and shout Ha! and pretend to snore a little instead. His low chuckle is somehow the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I must fall asleep, because the next thing I know, Declan is lowering me from his strong arms onto a bed.
