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‘I don’t know what burns between us, Mrs St Harlow, but there will come a time when we shall not have the will to stop it. I can promise you that.’

There—the words were said, falling against lies and covering them with a softer edge, like snow across the jagged sharpness of rocks.

The lump in her throat made her swallow as she tried to find an answer but what indeed could she say? If she agreed then only ruin would follow, and if she didn’t…

She could not speak, even with everything held in the balance, and Lord Hawkhurst let her hand go and took a pace backwards.