know that if Declan O’Donnell could see you now, he wouldn’t be worried. Neither would your sister. They wouldn’t like the situation, obviously, because of who I am. But they’d know you were safe. They’d know you were happy, wouldn’t they, Riley?” His tone drips acid. He wants it to burn, and holy hell, it does. Leave it to a man to take something beautiful and crush it in his fist. I roll off his chest, muttering, “Fuck you.”
