3rd person POV.
"When is it going to be done?"
"Oh shush you. I'm barely even started yet and you're whining."
"Well, hurry it up."
"Don't hurry me up or you'll fix it yourself."
A low growl pierced through the air. "That f*****g prick of a brother I have."
"He really beat you up good. I mean look at you. All battered up and ..."
Amanda had barely finished her sentence before she found herself flipped over and pushed into the couch. Declan hovered above her, his eyes brimming with anger. He held her shoulders and pinned her firmly into the couch.
"You think this is funny?" He growled, eyes flashing red.
Amanda giggled softly. "All done now."
"You..." He sighed and closed his eyes briefly. "You're a clown."
"Do you know the number of times we've f****d on this very couch?"
"Do
