KIERAN
The text from Declan came in at 2:47 AM.
Your wife is at The Aviary. Drunk off her ass. With Anya Harrington. You know, Felix's sister. The one who looks like she collects men for sport. Thought you'd want to know.
I stared at the screen.
Fuck.
Anya Harrington. Of course it was Anya Harrington.
That girl was trouble. The same kind of trouble Declan was—rich, bored, convinced the rules didn't apply to them because they'd never had to face consequences. They hated each other, which made sense. Same species, different territories.
And she'd taken Elara drinking.
My hands tightened around the phone.
I was in the car before I'd consciously decided to move. The DB11's engine roared to life. Seventy before I cleared the garage.
Declan texted again.
She looked pretty bad. Your wi
