CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
The morning sun's rays fell on the Duke’s sleeping face and he squinted but never opened his eyes. He’d slept throughout the night in peace, despite the act he pulled in front of the Yorks and his own parents. Usually such a misdemeanor, as his mother would refer to it, would keep him up all night while he tried to decipher a way to apologize to her to make everything right. Now, he was making decisions, regardless of the consequences, and sticking to them no matter what. The sun's rays became more apparent on his face and he tried to shield his face from their burning nature. The covers were suddenly yanked off him and that is when he woke up ready to cuss out whoever it was that had seen fit to disrupt his sleep, but the words died on his mouth when his gaze fell on
