The darkness prevailed in his mind and soul dragging Declan into the depths of despair. At least that was what the gremlin that carried on his pity party was whispering. He nearly smacked his head against the desk to end the tasing but managed to refrain. It wasn’t anything external but the voice of his own guilt. He had messed up, worse than anything else in his life.

Losing contact with Polly was like losing a part of himself he could never get back. But it was down to him ...