Nerina thought of Lord Droxburgh and a shudder went through her whole body. How could a woman trust any man when there were brutes like him in the world? She had known instinctively from the very first moment she had met him that he was dangerous.
When he had come into the schoolroom, she had curtseyed and stood demurely on one side, her eyes downcast, which she knew befitted her position.
But she had known that he was looking at her, known by the way his eyes took in every detail of her body, lingering on the curves of her small breasts, that he was thinking of one thing and one thing only.
She had not been afraid of him at that moment, that had come later, she had only known with a sense of utter dismay that this place was going to be no different from the two others that she had left
