Sun Behind a Cloud

Neither of them said a word as they moved through the maze of tunnels, as quietly as the ghosts that the courtiers feared lived there.

Her hand clasped within Lucas's much bigger one, Celia knew she wasn't going to end up pressed against one of the dusty walls while he took her body that afternoon. It was disappointing as she adored his touch, but it wasn't what she was really worried about.

She knew Lucas was brooding about something. It had to be something to do with his own father. She'd seen how his mood had plummeted the moment she'd innocently mentioned how Viscount Nadrim might be as a grandfather.

Celia wanted to kick herself for her carelessness. Why the hell did she have to go and bring him up? She knew - she knew - the relationship between the two men had been fraught for years. She'd seen the way bitterness would mar Lucas's near flawless face at the mere mention of Antony, like the sun going behind a black cloud.