Declan Kane Novels & Stories

What walked through the door instead were two people who looked barely past thirty, and something about that surprised me enough that I had to school my expression quickly so it didn't show. Kian noticed anyway. He always did. The corner of his mouth moved and he leaned slightly toward me as they settled into the chairs across from us. "Don't let the age fool you," he said quietly. It didn't take long to understand what he meant. Declan Marsh was Kian's contact. British. Dark-haired, lean, with a quality of stillness about him that felt deliberate. The kind a person cultivates over years of learning that the less they move, the more other people reveal.

Declan mocked himself. "You should have died a long time ago? Your penalty is reduced?" "No, I still need to die. It's just that the date has been changed after something happened," Declan replied. "Wait, you're Declan Anderson? The one that almost died but didn't at last? Damn, it's you?! I've dealt with your brother, and he was quite good at what he did. I thought he would get more and more successful, I didn't expect... What a pity!"

Stupidly enough, I still haven’t found a way to shield my tender heart from his venom. Just when I think the night can’t possibly get any worse, Declan joins our little group and I audibly gasp when I see him approach. Where Kaden is all dark features and hulking muscle, Declan is light, with blond hair and sparkling eyes a girl could drown in. He’s less bulky than Kaden but just as fit and mouth-wateringly handsome.

Declan’s name appeared again and again, tied to things I didn’t want to believe. “Declan.” Killian nodded slowly. “That’s right. I dug deeper, cross-checked sources, and finally got confirmation. He isn’t just some soldier who stumbled into your orbit. He’s been trained—meticulously. He’s an assassin, Rhett. And not just any assassin. He’s tied to the southern pack.”

The live-in son-in-law can’t possibly top my donation,’ Declan thought. “Declan is back as the highest donor, with a total of seventeen million! Such generosity!”

I want to say that Harvey Prescott has no power over me, that I’ve discovered his manipulations, that I choose Declan and Dublin and the rough truth instead of the polished lie. But my knees are already weak just from knowing he’s here. “I’ll try,” is all I can offer. Declan looks at me for a long second, reading every micro-expression on my face. Then he nods once and heads downstairs. I follow him to the top of the main staircase and watch the hall prepare for war. Declan walks to the oak table in the center of the hall with movements that are pure lethal intent. He opens a drawer, removes a hunting knife with a broad blade that gleams even in the low afternoon light. He places it on the t

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

I stick close to the lockers, avoiding open spaces, my heart jumping at every laugh that sounds too close. Almost there. I can see my classroom door. A few more steps and I’m safe. Invisible again. Then the energy shifts. I feel it before I see him. The air tightens, like the hallway inhales all at once. Laughter sharpens. Voices grow louder, more confident. I look up. Owen Kyle appears at the far end of the hall, surrounded by his friends. Tall. Relaxed. Untouchable. He walks like he has nowhere else to be and all the time in the world to get there.

“Is that what the two of you were talking about before? A few months ago, when the two of us argued?” “Dean, I am sorry,” I said, looking down at my lap, avoiding his eyes. “She made me promise not to tell you and no matter how much I wanted to…” “She is getting a transplant today.” He said, stopping me. “Kai is the donor,” “You’re angry with me.” I said, and he shook his head.