She supposed she had been very stupid not to realise it before, not to know and why she felt so frightened that he might be killed by Lord Kirkhampton and that the reason she wanted to save him was that he meant so much to her.
The manner in which she had saved him from being murdered and the emotions that she could not explain to herself when he had carried her away from the wood on the front of his saddle were at this moment all too easy to understand.
It was love! Love for a man who had hated her as she had hated him. Now he was free from being obliged to stay at her side as had been necessary while Lord Kirkhampton was still alive.
“Nicole is free. The Marquis is free.” Romana murmured, “And I am a – prisoner of my own – heart.”
That she knew was indisputably true even though it se
