Nerina stood very still.
Slowly he advanced from the shadows into the circle of fire and candlelight. There was something menacing about him as he drew nearer. For the moment he seemed immeasurably taller and bigger and for one split second she thought of herself as a helpless child.
Then defiance flooded back into her again. Her chin went up a little higher and her fingers slowly clenched themselves as he reached her side.
“What do you want in here?” she asked.
“You!”
The monosyllable took her by surprise. For the moment she could only stare at him, stare at his dark eyes behind which she glimpsed a leaping flame, stare at the straight almost brutal line of his lips and at the square determination of his jaw.
The word he had spoken seemed to echo round the room and Nerina felt as if
