Leonor lowered herself to her knees in front of Desmond where he sat on the cushioned bench at the foot of their bed. She spoke volumes of how shocked she was by the way her mouth hung open.
The duke wore an unbuttoned white shirt and pale brown under shorts and stared guiltily down at his wife after she realized he truly had gotten hurt when she punched him earlier with one of her mana-shielded hands.
"I told you I was hurt, didn't I?" he asked slyly, knowing very well he had distracted her so she wouldn't pay attention to it anymore.
"You could have fooled me," she uttered. "In fact, you did."
Even though she had tapped out most of her mana that day, there was a bit of mana she hadn't touched once. Her healing mana wasn't necessary because Quinn made sure to control his mana so precisely that he never truly hurt her. Even with his throwing of mana at her, he was prepared to pull it back at any second.
