Deva now stood before him and all the words he had prepared to say froze on his lips. He had forgotten how stunningly beautiful she could be... and her dark eyes looking into his told him that she had forgotten nothing of that night when he made love to her.
He swallowed hard.
‘Is Gya here?’ he asked lamely. She smiled and stepped back for him to pass her. She had not answered and he knew in his heart that Gya was not there. But he stepped forward nevertheless.
He could have been in the chamber of an Egyptian palace. Shadowy memories from the distant life they had shared in Egypt before they came to Britain teased his mind. There was a couch of ebony wood, with lion paws for feet — the wood inlaid with pearl and silver. The room was curtained and dim though it was broad daylight outside
