The next morning Vincent was up early and keen to leave. Delaney thought he needed more sleep after how late they had been out but he insisted he wanted to get to Miles as soon as possible so his brother could come to guard her as soon as possible.
Ian looked uneasy too as he came to stand beside Delaney while his small trunk was being loaded. He wore all his swords and knives, looking like a true, deadly, pirate. He watched Vincent who was giving last-minute orders to their guards.
"I love him so much," she whispered as she watched her tall, muscular husband walk towards the carriage.
"You know I won't let anything happen to him Delaney," Ian said seriously, "You don't need to worry."
"I know," she replied quietly, nodding, "You have to protect him from himself too you know. You can't let him push himself too hard."
"I know," Ian nodded, "I have plans for how to slow him down. I doubt he'll appreciate them though."
