Of all sights present within Autumn’s memory, the vision of Declan standing before her had rivaled them all. It wasn’t from the lust she felt for him-although that was still prominent, it had been the fact she had thought that she would never see him again. She hadn’t realized it until he stood before her; but she quickly came to realize just how grateful she was to have him stand before her. The latin appearance that drew her in unlike anyone she had ever met had allowed her body to become lit with a fire she had only ever felt once being around him. And now having been spared another blackmailing situation with Dekker, she was thankful to have him unconscious at her feet-with Declan standing across from her. She had to fight every urge to reach out and caress his cheek or even through hi
