Declan's POV:
“No, I don’t think you understand,” she said firmly, stepping right up to me. “You don’t get to throw me out of the house just because you’re having a bad day.”
“This has nothing to do with you or having a bad day,” I replied.
“Then stop making it my problem!”
“I’m trying to keep it from becoming your problem,” I said. The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Lyla went quiet. So did I. Something shifted in her expression—curiosity mixed with a soft understanding that made my chest feel too tight.
“Who was on the phone?” she asked gently.
“None of your business.”
“Was it about your mother?”
I froze. Wrong question. Very wrong question.
Her eyes widened a little. “I heard Jax’s voice through the phone. I wasn’t trying to listen, but he was talking pretty loud,
