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‘We loved each other once, didn’t we?’ she asked in a whisper.

‘Did we? What did we know about love?’ The corner of his mouth twitched. ‘We were barely more than children, just waking up to what our bodies sought.’

It had been love to her, and to hear him dismiss it as nothing more than the lust all men felt cracked her heart. She swallowed down her grief and continued with her plan.

‘What does your heart want now?’ Constance whispered. ‘What does your body want?’

She reached a hand to his chest, spreading her fingers wide. She felt his intake of breath, saw the pulse at his throat quicken. His hand sought her waist, tugging her closer until they were face to face. He bared his teeth in a grimace that might have been passion or hatred.

‘I want you,’ he growled. ‘But this will not end well. It can’t.’

His voice had an edge to it she had not heard before, but which spoke of danger. She knew then that she had him.