CHAPTER NINEAt last they slowed enough to talk.
“Do you still dislike me too much to talk?” he asked.
“I don't dislike you, My Lord –”
“You mustn't say that,” he interrupted quickly. “A Princess would call me Camborne, or even John. From you, I prefer John. I remember how sweet my name once sounded on your lips.”
“But that was in another life,” she whispered.
“But the life we live now will only be brief. Then we have to return to the old one.”
“We can't go back to that,” she said. “We know too much.”
He gave her a wry smile.
“What's really different is that now we each know what the other knows. So we could start being honest with each other at last. Tell me about Ola McNewton. I want to know a lot more about her.”
Ola shook her head.
“She isn't very interesting. When we met you
