Ryder glanced at the woman nestled in his arms. He was reluctant to leave, his gaze lingering on Reana's peaceful face, but the urgency in Marcus's mental call brooked no delay, and with a quiet sigh, he carefully extricated himself from Reana's side, his movements gentle so as not to disturb her, and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his eyes never leaving her face as he stood up.
"Unfortunately, I can't accompany you through the night," he whispered as he pulled the blanket up her chin, his fingers lightly grazing her cheek.
"See you at dawn, My Luna." With that, he turned, the look in his eyes swiftly turning cold, his expression transforming from tender to terrifying in the span of a heartbeat, as he strode towards the door, his movements fluid and deadly, like a predator stalking its prey.
