“Sesily, please see Caleb to a room in the family quarters.” “No,” Haven negotiated, strong and firm, all ducal power. “Fourth floor. West wing. On the end.” As far from her chambers as possible. She smirked. “I am able to both climb stairs and traverse corridors, husband.” He ignored the words, instead repeating himself. “Leave us.” Sesily and Caleb looked to her, and Haven’s irritation came on a growl. “Call off your dogs, wife.”
