“Light some candles in the Drawing room!” the Marquis ordered.
The footman ran to obey and the Marquis carried Diona into the room.
When two candelabra were burning brightly he said,
“That is enough,” and the footman left them.
It was then that she turned to look up at him.
Her fair hair was streaming over her shoulders and her eyes seemed to hold in them the light from the candles as she said almost as if she could hardly believe it, “You – saved – me! You – saved me!”
“I saved you,” the Marquis repeated.
He put her feet to the floor but he did not take his arm from round her shoulders, and when she was standing he pulled her against him roughly and his mouth came down on hers.
She wanted to cry out at the wonder of it.
But he was kissing her possessively, demandingly, and insist
