The more she thought of his strange behaviour, the more she was certain, with the same inner perception she had had before where he was concerned, that he was regretting the impulse that had made him take her into the room with the icons.
He was fighting against believing that they were indisputably attuned to each other in a way that was difficult to explain.
Last night she had known what he felt and he too had been fully aware that the icons would mean to her what they meant to him.
Such an idea would seem incredible, Alana thought, to someone like Lady Odele and to most ordinary people.
But the Prince was not an ordinary man and she knew from past experience that in many ways she was not ordinary either.
‘He has turned away from me,’ she told herself. ‘He does not want to know any
