“No. I will not live under the same roof as Evangeline’s killer.”The words cracked through the office like a whip.Across from her, Declan barely looked up from the documents spread across his desk. One hand rested lazily against the leather arm of his chair while the other turned a page with infuriating calm.“Then you can pack your bags and leave.”Quiet. So unbearably quiet. Patricia Walsh stared at him, momentarily robbed of speech. In the thirty-plus years she had worked for the Whitmore Family, she had seen Declan furious, grieving, reckless, and cold but this version of him unsettled her most.This version never raised his voice.“I’m sure,” he continued smoothly, “you’ll either find employment elsewhere or retire comfortably on what you’ve earned here.”Her mouth opened and closed once. “Declan—”He finally lifted his gaze. Dark eyes. Empty eyes. Patient's eyes. The kind that could outwait a storm. Hadn’t he waited twelve whole years for Leilani Vaughn? Hadn't guilt g
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