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but somehow she always felt so uncomfortable when he was around her. He was friends with Colonel Chambers and had thus been assigned to help pack up the regiment and follow them on later while most of the men pushed ahead in greater danger. She had been working so hard she had hardly seen him, but here he was, right in front of her, as if he had been watching for her to be alone.
    And he was standing much too close to her.
    ‘We all have many tasks these days, Captain Webster,’ she answered.
    ‘True. Yet you have always seemed to have the time to speak to Hatherton.’
    Catalina was puzzled by the bitter note in the man’s voice. He smiled at her, but his eyes were hard. ‘Lord Hatherton and I are friends.’
    ‘Indeed? I wish you would be my friend, Mrs Moreno—Catalina. I am sure we could benefit each other a great deal.’
    He took a step closer, until his arm brushed hers and she could smell the scent of his body. Catalina stumbled back until she felt the rough bark of the tree.
    ‘Benefit each other?’ she stammered.
    ‘Of course, my dear. You must have seen how I admire you. It can be very lonely here, can it not? Especially for a woman in your...situation.’
    ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ Catalina managed to say, shocked and starting to be frightened. She spun around to hurry away, but suddenly his hand closed hard on her arm and dragged her back.
    ‘Oh, I think you do know what I mean,’ he said roughly. His arms came around her like a vice and his mouth swooped down on hers, open and hungry.
    Catalina was engulfed in a cold panic. It felt as if prison walls were squeezing in on her, and nausea choked her. Webster’s kiss was nothing like Jamie’s; it didn’t even deserve the same name. She fought against him, but he was too strong and held her fast. One of his hands closed on her breast through her muslin gown and he pinched painfully at her nipple.
    Catalina screamed against his mouth and felt him laugh. That sound infuriated her. She managed to wriggle enough room between them to bring her knee up and slam it between his legs. When he shouted, she bit down on his lip and tasted coppery blood.
    As he fell to the ground, she wrenched away and ran. She heard him scream out behind her. ‘Whore!’ he called. ‘Hatherton’s whore. You’ll be sorry for this.’
    ‘I am his wife!’ Catalina screamed. ‘Not his whore, you dirty cochino .’
    She kept running, still half blind with fear. At first she didn’t know what a sudden booming noise was, she was so disoriented. But as she stumbled and half fell to her knees, she saw a flaring flash of flame arc over the sky and heard cries.
    The camp was being directly shelled.
    As she watched, horrorstruck, more explosions went off around the camp amid shouts and screams. Fires were flaring up. She pushed herself up and ran towards the nearest tent. A shell exploded not far away, making her ears ring, but she kept going. She had to help if she could.
    She glimpsed a figure lying on the ground, horribly still. It was the nurse she had worked with over the patient earlier. Catalina knelt down next to her, but she quickly saw it was too late to help her at all.
    Suddenly a hand grabbed her arm and dragged her to her feet.
    ‘Run, Catalina!’ the man shouted. ‘We must find shelter now.’
    Catalina turned her head and saw it was the English doctor, leading a couple of the more mobile wounded soldiers from the burning camp.
    ‘But the others...’ she gasped.
    ‘Those who could flee have already gone,’ the doctor answered. ‘I fear the chaplain has been killed. The French are close in their pursuit. We must go, now .’
    Catalina ran with him back towards the trees, where they found a hiding place in the shadows, their heads down as the shells flew overhead and they prayed the French armies wouldn’t find them. Once darkness gave them cover, they fled towards the village with the few other survivors.
    Only the next morning, as they stumbled out