By Kay Hooper
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It's just... I don't know how you feel, what you're thinking. You're so damned calm, and I—I'm not. " she asked steadily. "It hurt too much," he said, his voice rasping over the simple words. " Katrina was struggling, fighting the effect of his voice, his words. She tried not to look at him and yet couldn't tear her eyes from his pale face, seeing in it a glimpse of anguish she wouldn't have believed possible. And that fleeting emotion defeated her in a way his earlier demands could never have.
Her strongest emotion at that moment was bewilderment. What did he mean? He still doubted that she had been a double agent; she knew that because he had made no secret of it. Though both of them had forgotten their training six years ago, she was certain he, like herself, had never forgotten it since. There could never again be an easy trust and lack of suspicion in either of their minds—and most certainly not between them. "I don't understand you," she said at last. There was an odd, twisted smile curving his lips, and his eyes were hard and bright and reckless.