"Dun,” she called in a whisper, drawing her face closer to take in more of his scent, just to be sure he was here.
“Ari,” he whispered back, his deep voice vibrating through her veins.
She wrapped her arms tightly around him as if he might disappear if she loosened her grip, while Duncan drew her close letting her tears soak his shirt.
After a short while, Arianna drifted to sleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her expression was calm.
Duncan stared at her without a word, his finger still stroking her hair with all the gentleness in the world.
But his face was unreadable. Those eyes barely held emotions.
Judging by how fast she had fallen asleep, Duncan could guess she hadn't slept since the moonlit ceremony.
“Dun,” she mumbled in her sleep, a little smile on her
