CHAPTER FIVERocana stirred and realised that somebody was pulling back the curtains.
She opened her eyes and could not imagine where she was.
Suddenly she realised she was in the Marquis’s yacht and at the moment the ship was not moving.
Then, as the valet who had looked after her last night pulled back the curtains on the last porthole, he turned round and Rocana exclaimed,
“It is morning!”
“Yes, my Lady, and you’ve slept all night.”
Rocana stared round the cabin, finding it difficult to believe that what he had said was true.
Then she remembered.
Looking back it seemed incredible that she had hardly exchanged more than a few words with the Marquis from the moment they reached the main roads.
They had travelled at what she thought was a phenomenal speed for over two hours after l
