Lord Duncan's hand hung limp at his side, letting the phone fall onto the mattress. He looked at his sleeping wife and shook his head. In an instant, a strong fear that her dream could be more than just a nightmare related to a previous event filled his head space. He caressed her hair and planted a soft kiss on her temple, as if he was kissing her goodbye. Many thoughts struggled for the foreground in his head. He got out of bed quietly, in an attempt to not wake Clarissa. He threw on a dressing robe and set out to the living room.
His steps echoed down the corridor. He held the image of Renie in his mind, acknowledging that she could be cunning and therefore a potential threat. He sat on the sofa that was directly opposite the settee where she was seated.
"Renie."
"Duncan."
