"Will you stop teasing me, Duncan?" Madelyne announced, clearly exasperated. "I've been through an ordeal."
Duncan smiled. Such a bossy bit of goods she was, and such a delight. He rubbed his chin against the top of her head while he listened to her complain about her new bruise.
Baron Wexton was eager to get Madelyne home, as eager, he thought, as Odysseus must have been to get home to his wife.
The future belonged to them. Madelyne liked to call him her wolf, but he was only a man, yet a man more powerful than the magical Odysseus.
For though Duncan was a mere mortal, flawed as well, he'd accomplished a daring feat. Aye, he'd captured an angel. And she belonged to him.