#Chapter 96: Declan Leaves His Mark

Ollie’s POV Hugh’s warning runs through my head. Just don’t let Declan see you in that shirt. Right now, Declan is looking at me so coldly that I’m starting to shiver. He glares at the t-shirt I’m wearing, the one belonging to Conrad, like it personally offends him. Maybe it does. When his gaze lifts back to my face, it only marginally softens. He still looks ready to shoot icicles if he could. I realize a beat too late that he’s waiting expectantly for me to answer his question. “My other clothes…” Seeing how angry he is just from me wearing Conrad’s t-shirt, I realize that I probably shouldn’t overly explain what happened behind the closed door of Conrad’s bedroom. Instead, I say, “This was the only thing I could find to wear. I didn’t want to walk around naked.” “Why?” Declan asks. My blush burns down my neck to my chest. Declan traces it with his eyes, grimacing slightly as it disappears under the t-shirt. “Why did I lose my clothes?” I ask, unsure what exact