As if he was aware of what she was thinking and there was no need to put into words what they both knew, he looked down into her eyes and said,
“I shall be there. All you have to do is come to me and we will both come alive.”
As he finished speaking, his lips were on hers and he kissed her possessively and demandingly.
At the same time there was a tenderness that made his kiss different from the way he had kissed her before.
It was as if he dedicated them to a certain course that they would both follow without deviation. And in that moment the wonder and rapture which Lady Roysdon had felt before swept over her so intensely that she quivered in his arms.
What he felt for her was, she knew, a love so perfect, so dedicated to an ideal, that she would pray every night and every day that
