CHAPTER FIVELove came to Ilona not as a warm, exotic sense of joy, but as an all-consuming fire.
She felt it burn through her until, watching the Prince dancing with Mautya she wanted to tear the woman from him, to strike her, to do her violent injury, even to murder her.
She had never in her whole sheltered life felt anything like the wildly conflicting emotions which transformed her whole body into a kind of battlefield!
She knew that her hands were trembling and her heart was beating tumultuously in her breast, but she felt too as if her eyes were flashing sparks of fire and her fingers were curved ready to be at the gypsy’s throat.
She loved the Prince! She loved him with an overwhelming, passionate jealousy that was unconfineable.
All the self-control that her mother had instille
