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Chapter 14
Declan:
He stood rooted to the spot, staring at Katelynn. Her eyes were red and swollen, hands twisting the hem of her top, her mouth set in a thin line of anger or sadness, Declan wasn’t quite sure. He shot a look at Rowan, hoping his face conveyed the question: What have you done?
His father gave him a contemptuous smile, and turned to Katelynn, “Wait for us inside, darling,” he said and gestured to Declan to follow him.
Declan glanced to the east, a thin strip of pink announced the approaching sunrise.
“We have time,” Rowan said, and walked down the steps of the terrace and into their expansive garden.
Declan watched him go – he really didn’t want to hear anything his father had to say, but with little other choice, he followed Rowan, who was no sitting on the wall of the huge fountain, their garden’s centrepiece.
“Sit,” Rowan commanded.
Declan shook his head. “Can we hurry it up? I’m really tired. These las
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