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And then another stinging thought occurred—Rachel would find out too. Today and tonight had been amazing, and soon it would be spoiled when she discovered the truth.

Nikolai had never had to deal with this—a lover knowing.

And what a lover…

It would be bad enough telling his friends and seeing the distaste in their eyes, answering difficult questions. But Rachel…?

Yuri would say he was running from things, hiding things, and that wasn’t Nikolai’s way at all. Yet at four in the morning he went into the bedroom and picked his clothes up from the floor and dressed.

‘Rachel…’ His voice was not as measured as he preferred, and he had to clear his throat, but she just lay there—pretending, Nikolai was sure, to be asleep.

He didn’t say her name again—he just collected his belongings and was gone.

As the door closed behind him he was almost tempted to knock and say… What? That he’d locked himself out? Or…?

No, better that she hated him than for the truth to come out, he thought as he stepped out onto the dark London streets.

Nikolai had thought he’d long ago dealt with his past.

It would seem he’d been wrong.