“Mine?” A tear fell from Arianna's eyes, and before it could roll, Duncan wiped it away with his thumb. His touch, so gentle.
“Yours, Ari. I'm yours,” he repeated in his deep baritone voice.
“You’re not saying this because of my condition, are you?” Her silver eyes darted across his face, as if searching, if he really meant.
“No.” Duncan’s lips tugged to the side, his finger still caressing her face so gently. “I'm here, Ari. Because I'm yours.”
She stayed silent, locking her gaze with his. The skeptism still lingering in her eyes.
“I know what you're thinking, Ari,” he whispered, as if hearing the question in her heart. “Give me some time to clear the brewing storm.”
His finger brushed a wet strand of her hair away from her forehead. “You understand, don’t you?”
Arianna slowly nodd
