CHAPTER FOURWith an effort Carina regained her composure and forced herself to confront the Duke steadily.
“But there is no need for Your Grace to tell me,” she said stoutly. “I can read every thought that is passing through your head at this moment.”
“That’s very clever of you,” he said, still holding her hand. “Perhaps you are a magician?”
“Not at all, but I feel sure you can understand my thoughts too.”
He nodded and his eyes gleamed.
“I fear your thoughts condemn me, madam.”
“If they do, would that be an injustice?”
To her surprise he coloured slightly.
“Perhaps I deserve your censure,” he said, lowering his voice. “Be assured I shall endeavour to make amends tonight.”
He kissed her hand again, but as soon as he had done so, Carina removed it quickly with a graceful gesture. H
