“I love your compliments,” Anastasia smiled. “I see you are ready. Come and kiss me goodbye.”
That, Hugo reflected as he drove at a breakneck speed, was where he had made his mistake.
He bent down to kiss her and then her arms were round his neck and her body was like a pearl against the soft silkiness of the sheets and the darkness of her hair.
Witch-like she had tempted him once again, and he had been unable to resist her.
“God! I am a fool!” Hugo Cheverly said beneath his breath as he whipped up his horses and realised that to be late would augur ill for the impression of responsibility he must create as Guardian of the future Princess of Meldenstein.
“Fool! Fool!”
The wheels of the high-perch phaeton seemed to be crying as they spun over the dusty roads and he could hear Lady Jer
