Declan
I meet Priest as soon as I get to the body shop. “Declan…good, you’re here.” He mutters sarcastically. Unperturbed, I take a seat in a nearby chair and drily ask. “Cut the s**t, Priest. You know I’m busy. What is this about?” Priest smirks and walks around his desk to stand in front of me. “Actually, I think it’s best if I show you. Follow me, Declan.” He gestures to the door, takes his walking stick, and walks ahead of me. Even though he had corrective surgery to regain his eyesight, he’s still walking around like he’s blind. I guess it’s taking some time for him to adjust to his new eyes. They’re kind of freaky when you look at them, which isn’t to say that women are deterred.
Releasing a resigned sigh, I follow Priest down the corridor until we make it to one of the rooms used
