Declan pov.
I began to stir as we approached the border, I seriously considered forcing them to continue to carry me just to be difficult, but I also didn’t want to continue to appear as if I was so weak that I couldn’t possibly walk.
“Get your filthy paws off me”, I snapped. I should kill them for treating me in such a way, and I would. But Kyle, if he were worth his salt, would have contacted my father already. I was in enough sh!t as it was. So it was probably best not to launch an all out war.
They chucked me to the floor with a glare. Do they dare think they can glare at me? As if I am beneath them?
“I don’t give a s**t about Kyle and his pathetic threats, change your tone or die”, I warn them.
Neither of them apologised, of course, but their attitudes changed immediately.
