CHAPTER FOURPrincess Marianne’s passionate words rang out in the darkness of the alleyway at the back of the Parisian hotel.
Johann, who held her so tenderly in his arms, laid a hushing finger on her lips.
“Quiet, my darling one. Someone will hear. Your guardian might be around, checking to see that you are sleeping.”
Marianne pouted and then ran her fingers through his curly chestnut hair.
“Sir Andrew Dexter is a tyrant! He insists that I travel incognito with only one companion, not even a maid to help me. My brother will be most upset when he hears from me how I have been so badly treated by that man and his stuffy British Foreign Office.”
Johann captured her hand and kissed her fingertips tenderly and replied,
“I fear it is your brother who wants you to wed the Duc de Gillent, ju
