Derek turned from the window, eyes wide with bewilderment. "You did what?"
Declan looked away, shame burning across his cheeks. "I know," Declan said quickly. "I know. I woke up the next morning and I knew immediately what I'd done. I was ashamed.
"She is Jasper's little sister, and I shouldn't have touched her, and said things I should never have said." He looked directly at Derek. "I was too ashamed to tell you. That was wrong of me and I'm telling you now."
Derek said nothing. He walked back to his desk and sat down heavily, as though the walk across the room had taken something from him.
He looked exhausted. His hair was dishevelled, his shirt slightly rumpled, the sharp, controlled presentation he usually maintained entirely absent.
Kira still wouldn't let him near her, wouldn't even listen to an explanation, and it was slowly driving him insane.
