Grace was waiting for Davian's lips to find hers when her ears registered the knocks that disturbed their sweet moment. She groaned, not hiding her unhappiness as the man pulled away from her and headed to open the door.
She didn't even bother to adjust her shirt that was unbuttoned and handing on her elbows, leaving her in her dark blue lacy bra. Her gaze remained focused at the entrance of the bedroom as Davian opened the room and Rue stepped inside.
The moment he noticed her sharp gaze, he raised his hands up in surrender. "I'm not trying to ruin your moment. There's trouble."
The moment he spoke these words, both Grace and Davian were on alert. She climbed down the bed, making her way to him as she let her power take care of her disheveled state.
She noticed the tension in his stance, realizing that whatever news he was about to deliver, it was a really bad one. "What is it?"
