Chapter FourIt had been so firmly established in Delysia’s mind that Magnus Fane was an elderly man that she was astonished to see that, although he was not that young, he was certainly not old.
He was tall, imposing and extremely good-looking with broad shoulders and very slim.
Although he was fashionably dressed, she formed a quick impression that his clothes were comfortable and that he was not that concerned with them.
As she was staring at him, he was looking at her with an expression that she knew immediately was one of anger and contempt.
He did not speak and she walked steadily, although it was difficult with the movement of the yacht, towards him.
When they were only a few feet apart, Delysia deliberately dropped him a small curtsey and then stood waiting.
She had, however,
