As if he knew what she was feeling, Warren reached out and took her hand in both of his.
“Now listen to me, Nadia,” he said, “I promise I will look after and protect you, and that I shall prevent anything like this ever happening again.”
He felt her fingers quiver in his and after a moment he asked,
“You still trust me?”
“You know I do.”
Then, as she looked up into his eyes, it was impossible for either of them to look away.
After dinner at which Nadia had tried to eat a little of each course, they went back into the drawing room.
The last dying rays of the sun were crimson on the horizon, and as they instinctively walked towards the open window the peace and fragrance of the garden made it impossible to believe there was danger and hatred in the world beyond it.
They walked toward
