“No, no! You cannot do – that!”
“Do you think I can let you stay?” he asked. “You know already how uncontrollable I can be.”
“At least I should – see you,” Fiona whispered.
“Would that be enough for either of us?” he asked, “I want you! I want you as my wife. I want you in my arms now at this moment and every night for the rest of my life. Do you really believe, loving you as I do, that I could keep my distance?”
As he spoke, he relinquished her hand and rose from the sofa.
As if he could not bear to look at her, he walked towards the window to stand staring out with unseeing eyes.
Fiona did not move, she only clasped her hands together and, as she did so, she could still feel the pressure of his lips on her skin.
“I cannot – go!” she whispered. “I cannot – leave you.”
“You have to
