Declan laughed, a cheerful barking sound, in response to her threat. "If you do kill me, promise to put my ashes into some ink," he said. He was not so naive as to think that he loved the press as much as Tess did — her blood and sweat (and maybe even tears) were wrought into the boards and the ink of this place.

Declan did love it, though, which was why he stayed — he'd never thought of leaving, no matter how much he wished he could stop boxing and no matter that he sometimes had to verbally spar with Fabian. (And no matter that basically all of the Whitby girls had literally cried on him at one point or another.)