Declan

I stormed out the door, ready to kill Isabel. I didn’t want to go to her home, but I would if I had to. Instead, I knew she frequented the Estrea Country Club. So, I climbed into my Jaguar and started the engine.

“Declan? Would you like me to drive you somewhere?” Jackson asked, his eyes wide, having appeared out of nowhere.

“No, thank you,” I growled.

“Your Grace, you really shouldn’t drive this way—”

“I know, but I am,” I ...