She looked like some trapped wild thing at bay.
Slowly Rooke crossed the room and came towards her, and as she met those odd, magnetic eyes of his--passionately expressive as only hazel eyes can be--she felt the old fascination stealing over her once more.

Her heart sank.

She had dreaded this, fought against it, and in her inmost soul believed that she had conquered it.

Yet now his mere presence sent the blood racing through, her veins with a hurrying, leaping speed that frightened her.
"Nan!" As he spoke he bent and took her two hands gently into his.
Then, as though the touch of her slight fingers roused some slumbering fire within him, his grasp tightened suddenly.

He drew her nearer, his eyes holding hers, and her slim body swayed towards him, yielding to the eager clasp of his arms.
"Kiss me, Nan!" he said, the roughness of passion in his voice.