Chapter FiveIt seemed as if a very long time passed before Fiona could raise her eyes and look up at the Duke.
Then the expression she saw on his face made her draw in her breath.
“I have no excuse,” he said, still in the low voice he had used before, “except that you drove me insane with jealousy and I thought in my madness that you had been with Torquil.”
“How could you – think – such a – thing?” Fiona stammered.
She meant to sound angry, but her voice seemed only breathless.
“I told you that I was insane,” the Duke replied.
As they stood looking at each other, Fiona thought that she was looking at a stranger and yet at the same time their minds were so attuned that there was no need for explanations, no need for apologies.
“Forgive me,” the Duke repeated.
Then, before she could
