It was him. Serena couldn''t breathe. She''d been looking for
him for years-the man who''d lifted her out of the dregs of
London''s underworld. She remembered that he''d looked like an
angel. But either she''d embellished or he''d grown up. Because he
didn''t look like an angel now. He looked like a man, solid and
broad, and taller than she''d thought. And now he needed her
Solomon recognized her as soon as they were alone in the dark.
He''d not forgotten that night five years ago either. But Serena
had changed. She was stronger, fiercely independent and, though it
hardly seemed possible, even more beautiful. She was also neck-deep
in trouble. Yet he''d help cook a feast for the Prince Regent, take
on a ring of spies, love her well into the night-anything to
convince her that this time he was here to stay.