In only another twenty minutes or certainly in half an hour, they would have been out in the open sea.
Once darkness had come they would have lost sight of the galley and he would never have seen Rania again.
He himself had brought all this on her through their pretence engagement.
As he looked again at Rania, his heart filled with dread as he wondered what Silver would do next.
He knew from his long experience that ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!’
Silver had no use now for the unpleasant and boring son of a Duke and she would try in every possible way to coax him back into her clutches.
Charles knew that he could fight for himself – that was no problem, but how could he ever prevent this sort of thing happening perhaps again and again to Rania?
Then he thought that he was
