Declan
The simmering under my skin is making it difficult to breathe. I am furious with her. I knew she was plotting something. I could see it in her eyes all the way back in Ireland. Making an excuse to leave us, set my radar off.
Declan
The simmering under my skin is making it difficult to breathe. I am furious with her. I knew she was plotting something. I could see it in her eyes all the way back in Ireland. Making an excuse to leave us, set my radar off.
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