“Oh, Xenos!” Angelina breathed. “You say such – wonderful things to me, I am beginning to think that every – Cephalonian man is a poet at heart.”
“If you mean that they will speak to you as I do,” the Prince said, “then I shall not only be extremely jealous, but will shut you up in the Palace and see that no one comes near you except myself!”
“That is a very Turkish way of thinking,” Angelina teased him.
The Prince pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely and passionately until she apologised.
“If you call me a Turk,” he threatened, “I shall behave like one!”
But she was pleased to find that he could be jealous, as she knew it would be impossible not to be jealous of him.
Everything about him and the island itself had a magic quality that made her thank God, not once but a th
