CHAPTER SEVENAs the train carried her South, Sacha felt that she was Persephone leaving the sunshine of spring for the darkness of Hades.
While every nerve in her body told her that she was linked with the Duke for all time, her brain told her that it was the end and all she could do was to try to live her life without love.
But even to think of him was to revive the sensations of rapture and to thrill again and again to the memory of the ecstatic moment when he made her his and she felt that they were enveloped in Divine light.
‘I suppose,’ Sacha ruminated, ‘many people go through their lives never feeling like this and I must never forget that I have been lucky enough to know love in all its wonder and glory.’
At the same time, as the train travelled on, there was no comfort in knowi
