She should have fought him off, she told herself angrily. She’d been mad to expose herself to such danger. Even crazier to try and pretend the danger did not exist. It had been a shock to discover that Andrew had planned to live at the château. And I, she thought, swallowing, I would have lived here too—if I’d agreed to come with him—which, of course, I wouldn’t have done. But, if I had, Andre and I would have met under totally different circumstances... But I won’t think about that, she told herself sternly, aware that for a moment her mind had gone into a curious kind of freefall. I’ll deal with things as they are. She had just hung away her coat, when there was a sharp rap on the door, and Andre came in, his face set and unsmiling. He said, ‘Have you spoken yet to your mother?’ ‘There’s still no answer. I’ll try again later.’ ‘You will be wasting your time,’ he said.
