“First, we should get your tears wiped,” Declan said as he produced a handkerchief made from silk. He handed it to her. “Helping you is my job, Miss McKinnon, more like my promise to my friend. I’m supposed to take care of you so long as Kyran’s not around to do that. Besides, none of this is your fault. So don’t blame yourself, okay?

Declan continued hesitantly, frowning. “Though I have to warn you. “The media vulture types are probably going to be all over you for these two days. They are goi