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‘What has happened to you, Celia?’ he said roughly.

‘What do you mean?’ she gasped. She went very still and stared at the hard angle of his jaw above the high collar of his doublet. A muscle flexed there and his lips were pressed in an angry line.

‘You look like the Celia I remember,’ he said. One hand slid slowly down her arm, rubbing her velvet sleeve over her skin until he touched her bare wrist. Something flared in his eyes as he felt the leap of her pulse, and he twined his fingers with hers.

Celia was too frozen to pull away. She felt like the hawk’s prey, in truth—mesmerised as he swooped closer and closer.

‘You’re even more beautiful than you were then,’ he said, his voice softer and deeper. ‘But your eyes are hard.’

Celia jerked in his arms. ‘You mean I am not the foolish, gullible girl who can be lured by a man’s pretty words? I have learned my lesson well since we last met, John, and I’m grateful for it.’