Page 246 of The Protective Gryphen

Ian was excited.

“Maybe it’s treasure. Open it!” he said, his eyes dancing with joy and excitement.

He did just that.

When it was opened, the things inside were ancient. There were some dried flowers. A bottle of something that was corked, and then a folded piece of very old paper.

“DO NOT open that bottle.”

Ian laughed.

How could he not?

“It looks oily, like perfume or something like that,” he admitted, tipping the bottle.

Gryphen wasn’t playing.

“Ian. Put. It. Down. We don’t need to restart the plague,” he stated.

It amused him.

“Okay, Mr. Paranoid. I won’t,” he said, going through the other items that had been in the little box.

Then, he began opening the letter. In it, something fell out into his hand.

“It looks like heather,” he said, “or some kind of dried flowers. Lavender? Something.”

As he got the fragile letter opened, he understood better.

‘My knight,

I miss your body in my bed, and your arms around me. I can’t wait until we are together. I’m sorry that you’ll have to leave your wife, but my soul knows we are meant to be.

From the minute I saw you, I knew.

Our passion is endless.

When I see you across the room, my body reacts, and I can’t forget about our love making.

We’ll be together soon.

Until then, dream about me.

Forever yours,

Your Lover.’

He showed Gryphen, and the man had been right when he said that Duncan had fallen in love with someone else. Apparently, he was carrying on an affair behind his pregnant woman’s back.

“Well, that says it all,” Ian stated.

Gryphen got it.

“Picture this,” he said. “Duncan is out battling the British for his country, and there’s a woman who needs saving. He does, and they spend time together. With each moment, he is falling in love. Ceit herself said she shouldn’t have argued and said what she said.”

Ian agreed.

“It was an arranged marriage. They weren’t soulmates and distance caused an issue.”

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