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‘I have to go home today. I have to go back to Arunthia and I need you to take me—as you promised.’

He sat up in one lithe, rippling movement, like a panther uncurling, and pushed his tousled hair back from his forehead. ‘No, Luciana, don’t say that.’ His husky, lethargic voice grew stronger, firmer. ‘You belong here with me. There’s no reason for you to go back.’

Luciana swallowed around the searing burn in her throat. ‘But there is, Thane. Someone is there that I can’t leave. Ever.’

His expression darkened and she felt a frisson of fear. Flinched when he suddenly ripped the sheet from his body, vaulted from the bed and spun on her.

‘You love this person?’

‘Yes,’ she said, her voice cracking under pressure. ‘I love him more than life itself.’

His eyes grew furious, dark as rain-laden thunderclouds. And she knew it was only going to get worse. This, she realised, was merely the beginning. God help her.

‘Who do you love?’ he demanded.

You can do this, Luciana. For him—for your son. Thane will rip your heart from your chest but this is not about you. It is about the little boy you love and his father. You are doing it for them. They deserve this from you. Do it. Do it.

‘Please don’t hate me, Thane,’ she whispered, begging him. ‘I was only trying to do the right thing. I was scared. I only wanted him to be safe—’

His beauty took on a terrifying dangerous edge. ‘Who, Luciana?’ He flung his arms wide. ‘Who do you love?’

‘Our son.’