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ridiculous!’

      His steady gaze remained levelled on her. ‘Is it?’

      Sabina swallowed hard. ‘You know it is.’

      ‘Do I?’

      ‘Of course it is! No rational human being—–’

      His dark eyebrows rose, straight black brows that disappeared into the untidy swathe of dark hair that fell over his forehead. There was something about this man, something familiar … ‘Who says I’m a rational human being?’ his soft attractive voice taunted. ‘Who says I’m even human?’

      ‘Stop teasing me!’ She pushed back the hood that had been hiding her hair, unzipping her anorak. ‘Would you mind if I took this off?’ she indicated the damp garment.

      ‘Take off anything you want,’ he invited, already insolently appraising the curves she had revealed. ‘Female company has been in short supply around here.’

      Sabina blushed under his intent stare, and left her coat on, wanting to wrap her arms protectively about her as he continued to look at her. ‘Then why do you live here?’ she snapped angrily. Her first impression of this man being a ghostly figure was completely wrong, he was all too human, despite his casting doubts upon the fact minutes earlier.

      His face hardened, the angles sharper than ever, his eyes glacial. ‘I live here because it suits me to. Now I repeat, who are you?’

      ‘Sabina—Sabina Smith.’ She couldn’t stop looking at him, there was something so familiar about him, something at the back of her mind telling her she should know him, or someone like him. Without the dark growth of two or three days’ beard he would be—–

      ‘What are you staring at?’ He kicked viciously at one of the logs burning in the fire, sending sparks all over the hearth. ‘Well?’ he demanded. ‘Answer me!’

      ‘I—I—– You—–’

      ‘Yes?’ His eyes bored into hers, holding her immobile.

      ‘You remind me of someone,’ she said nervously, the anger about that firm sensuous mouth making her cower in her seat.

      He stepped forward, his hands biting painfully into her upper arms as he wrenched her to her feet. ‘Who?’ His face was only inches from hers as he shook her. ‘Who do I remind you of?’ he repeated.

      ‘I—I don’t know.’ She was beginning to feel faint—for the second time today. ‘I don’t know,’ she cried, tears gathering in her distressed green eyes. ‘What sort of man are you, to treat me like this? Let me go. Let me go, I tell you!’

      His teeth bared viciously. ‘Not until you answer me. So tell me, who do I remind you of?’

      Right at this moment he reminded her of the devil she had first thought him, the skin stretched tautly across his hollow cheeks, shadows beneath his cold grey eyes. But that growth of beard was completely human, although it made him more satanic than ever.

      Sabina took a step backwards, unwittingly stepping on the cat’s paw. The same paw snaked out and caught her a savage blow on the ankle, as the cat growled its displeasure before running up the wooden staircase that led to the top floor of the cottage.

      She winced. ‘Your cat shares your dislike of my being here.’ Her ankle felt sore already, and she was sure she could feel blood trickling down on to her foot. ‘I—– Could I just see to my ankle?’ she asked her captor.

      ‘Why not?’ He thrust her away from him. ‘And you’re right, Satan speaks for both of us. I don’t want you here, Miss Smith, for any reason,’ he added grimly.

      Sabina was once again sitting on the lumpy sofa, the rest of the furniture and threadbare carpet in just as deplorable a condition. And yet the man’s clothes looked of good quality. He was a complete mystery, an enigma who wanted her out of his life as quickly as she had come into it.

      ‘Has the mist cleared?’ The scratch on her ankle was red and sore-looking, the blood flowing freely. She took out a tissue to staunch the flow, her long blonde hair escaping the collar of her anorak and falling down over her face.

      ‘No.’ He was looking at her with narrowed watchful eyes.

      ‘Then you can’t expect me to go out in that again,’ she said in disbelief, pushing her straight hair back behind her ears.

      ‘I didn’t exactly say that, only that I don’t want you here.’

      ‘I’d never find my way back to the road,’ she insisted.

      He shrugged. ‘You found your way here, you could go back the same way.’ He turned to stare morosely into the fire.

      Sabina racked her brains to think where she had seen that face before—although not exactly that face. This stranger was too thin, his features too harsh, the hair too long and out of style. She jumped nervously as hard grey eyes turned to look at her.

      ‘Well?’ he rasped.

      ‘I didn’t find my way here, I got lost,’ she snapped. ‘Now do you have some antiseptic I might put on this?’ she indicated her ankle. ‘Your pet has hurt me.’

      ‘And so will I if you stay here.’ His voice was harsh. ‘So you stay and take the consequences.’

      ‘C-consequences?’ she quavered.

      ‘There’s only one bedroom,’ he drawled tauntingly.

      ‘So? I—I can sleep down here on the sofa.’ Although how she would sleep on all those lumps was beyond her. ‘I won’t be any trouble, Mr—er—really I won’t. If I could just stay here until the mist clears …’

      The intentness of his gaze unnerved her even more than she was already. ‘Sometimes that takes days,’ he informed her.

      ‘D-days?’

      ‘That’s right,’ he nodded. ‘How will you like being stuck here with me for days, with no one to help you?’

      ‘Would I need help?’ Sabina threw her head back in challenge.

      ‘You might,’ he said tightly, his eyes on the golden blondeness of her hair.

      ‘From you?’ She was curiously breathless at the prospect.

      ‘From me,’ he nodded, his gaze still fixed on her hair. ‘I told you, women haven’t been too plentiful around here. I’ve been here almost a year now, and no woman has crossed that threshhold until today. If you doubt my masculinity …’ he lunged forward and pulled her ruthlessly to her feet, bending his head to grind his mouth down savagely on hers.

      After her initial resistance Sabina felt herself begin to weaken, felt his hands move beneath her anorak, pulling up her jumper to mould her breasts in the palms of his hands, his thumbs teasing her nipples into throbbing life. She recoiled in shock, straightening her clothing as she backed away from him.

      His face had darkened with cruel humour. ‘What’s the matter, Miss Smith?’ he taunted. ‘I thought someone like you would do anything for a story.’

      ‘Someone like me?’ she repeated dazedly, her senses still reeling from his onslaught. ‘And for what story?’

      ‘Oh, come on, Miss Smith, you know exactly what I mean.’

      Sabina frowned. ‘Why do you keep saying my name like that, almost accusingly?’

      ‘Because I am accusing you, damn you,’ he was furiously angry now, the eyes she had thought cold burning with fierce anger. ‘I’m accusing you of coming here to spy on me, of using every trick you can think of to get me to talk, of—–’

      ‘Please,’ she put up a resisting hand, very pale. ‘Don’t say any more. You’re wrong about me,’ she said shakily. ‘I don’t even know who you are, let alone what you’re trying to hide.’

      ‘I’m

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