Duncan woke up early, before the sun rose over the horizon. He glanced at his sleeping mate beside him, his gaze soft as he reached out to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
She stirred slightly in response but didn’t open her eyes. Her expression was tired, and the red marks he had left on her body the night before grazed her skin.
“I’ll be right back, dearest,” he whispered, brushing the hair away from her face and placing another gentle kiss on her lips.
He rose and left the chamber. Falcon saluted upon seeing him.
“Make sure you stay with her every step of the way. Protect her while I’m gone.”
“Understood, Your Grace.”
Only a few knew about his departure. As usual, Lucas would handle the affairs in his absence. Duncan made sure he'd be reassured Arianna would be well protected
