Declan’s POVI needed air.After everything that happened—the assassin, the mansion politics, the watchful eyes, the unspoken questions—I just needed to breathe. The garden felt like the only place untouched, unbothered, and relatively sane in this entire estate. I slipped out of the west hallway, avoiding the guards who shadowed my every step lately, and headed into the soft earth paths lined with trimmed hedges and blooming white lilies.Morning sunlight spilled over the stone benches, and the dew still clung to the petals like they refused to let go of the night. I exhaled. For the first time in what felt like days, I allowed myself to just… walk.The silence was almost comforting, until—"You know, I used to like walking alone here too, until the flowers started judging me."The voice startled me slightly. I turned.A tall, broad-shouldered guy in a loose linen shirt and dark joggers strolled toward me, hands shoved in his pockets, his sandy brown hai
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