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    • DARK APOLLO SARACRAVEN CHAPTER ONE 'Buthe loves me!’ 'I wouldn't count on it.’CamillaDrydenspoke more brusquely than she'd intended, andrepented instantly as she saw her sister's eyescloud with bewildered hurt. 'Katie, love,' she went on more gently, 'youhardly know each other. It was a holiday ro-mance.Just one of those things.’ She could hardly believe her own ears. Oneclichewas following another, and she wasn'tsurprised to see Katieshaking her head. 'It wasn't like that. I knew as soon as I metSpiro that there would never be anyone else.And he feels just the same about me.’ Camillawinced inwardly. 'Then why wasn'the on that flight? Or any of today's otherflights, for that matter?' 'I don't know. Something must have hap-pened to prevent him—delay him.’ Camillacould make a cynical guess what that'something' might be.SpiridionXandreouhadprobably remembered, just in time, that he hadafiancee —or even a wife—already. This is what comes, she thought seething, ofallowing an impressionable eighteen-year-oldto spend Easter inGreece. It had seemed a perfectly acceptable invi-tation at the time.LornaStephens,Katie's bestfriend, was going toAthensto visit her aunt,married to a Greek businessman. The two girlshad been working hard for their public ex-aminations, and deserved a break from theirstudies. How couldCamillahave guessed thatLorna's aunt was the kind of irresponsible idiotwho'd allow her niece and her niece's friend tobe chatted up by personable Greek waiters? If only it had stopped at chat,Camillathought with a silent groan. Or ifKatiehadbeen sophisticated enough torealise she wasbeing spun a line by an experienced charmer. On her return, she'd informed her elder sisterthat.,although she was still prepared to takeher A levels, theybolonger mattered becauseshe was engaged to be married. Camillahad taken a deep, steadying breath,and done some gentle probing. What had emerged was hardly reassuring. Spiro, it seemed, worked in amarvellous and famous restaurant whereKatiehad gone for ameal with the family party. Spiro had servedat their table, and the Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • followingeveningKatieandLornahad managed to return to the res-taurant alone. 'Of course, he's not really just a waiter.’Katie's eyes had been full of stars, and a newwomanly awareness which had struck a chill toCamilla's heart. 'Hisfamilyown the res-taurant, and masses of other things besideshotels, even a shipping line. From what Spirosays, they must be amazingly wealthy.Isnt it incredible?' ‘It certainly is,'Camillahad agreed, butKatiehad been oblivious to the irony in hervoice. 'When my exams are over, Spiro's flying overto meet you, and ask formally if he can marryme.' She had smiled tenderly. 'He's very old-fashioned.' Well, he'd certainly chosen the right route toKatie's heart,Camillahad thought savagely.Katiewas old-fashioned too, a shy, gentle girl,who before that Athenian spring had had herheart set on university and an academic career.First love should have come gently to her too,not force-fed under a Greek sun by someplausible Lothario. She'd thought,She's going to be so hurt. But, to her surprise, letters with Greekstamps had begun to arrive regularly andfrequently. PerhapsSpiroXandreouknewLorna's richuncle, and assumedKatiecame from the samekind of background. Little does he know, she'd thought, lookinground their small flat. When herealised thatKatie's only relative was an older sister workingfor a busy secretarial agency to keep a roof overtheir heads, this so-called engagement wouldbe a thing of the past. Camillahad never been toGreece, but shehad a shrewd idea that marriages there still very much tied up with property, and thesize of a bride's potential dowry.Katiehad nofinancial qualification to recommend her to thefamily of a young waiter on the make. For a time, it had seemed as ifKatiewashaving second thoughts about her romance aswell. She had been silent and preoccupied, andspent a lot of time alone in her room. She'd' weighttoo, and there were shadows under her eyes. But then another letter arrived, andKatie,bubbling with renewed happiness, had re-vealed that Spiro was flyingtoLondonat theend ofJune. But his flight had landed without him, andKatiehad eventually returned to the fiat alone,almost distraught with worry. AndnowCamillahad to make her see reason. 'Surely he'd have sent word if he'd been de-layed,’ she said.‘ I think,’ she added carefully,'we're going to have to accept, darling, that he'ssimply changed his mind…’ 'He can't have done.1Bright spots ofcolourburned inKatie's cheeks. 'We're going to bemarried. He—he has to come here. Oh,Camilla, he's simply got to.’ Camillalooked at her in sudden horrifiedunderstanding. She didn't have to ask why, shethought. It was all Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • there inKatie's tear-brighteyes and trembling mouth, in the curious blendof dignity and shamein her face as she lookedback at her sister. Her voice broke.'Oh, no,Katie.For God'ss—not that.’ ‘It's quite true. I'm going to have Spiro'sbaby. But it's all right, because he loves me,and we're going to be married as soon as it canbe arranged.’ Camilla's voice was weary. 'You've actuallytold him you're pregnant?' She gave a mirthless smile. *And you wonder why he wasn't on thatplane.’ 'You're not to say that.’Katie's voice shook with intensity. 'You don't know him. He's decent and honourable .’ ‘So decent andhonourable he couldn’t wait to seduce a girl on her first trip abroad.’Camillashook her head, her throat aching withgrief and bitterness. *Oh,Katie, youfool.’She sighed. 'Well, now we have to decide what todo for the best.’ 'I know what you're going to say.’Katie'sface was suddenly pale. 'Don't even think it,Milla. I'm having this baby.’’ 'Darling, you haven't thought it through.You've got your university course—your wholelife ahead of you. You can't imagine whatit would be like trying to cope with a baby aswell…’ 'But that isn't what I've chosen. I’m going to marry Spiro. It isn't the life I'd planned, Iagree, but it's the life I want—the only one,now and forever.’ 'Katie—you can't know that.’ 'Mother knew it, when she met Father. Andshe was younger than me,'Katiesaidunanswerably. 'And you can't say they weren'thappy.' No,Camillathought. She couldn't say that. Her parents had loved each other deeply andjoyously until a jack-knifing lorry had broughtthat love to a premature end, leaving her atnineteen with the sole responsibility for a vul- nerable adolescent. And what a hash I've made of it, she cas-tigated herself. She needed her mother'swisdom to tell her how to supportKatiethrough this crisis. I don't know what to do,she thought, and felt a hundred years old. She felt even older when she woke the next morning. It had been a terrible evening.Katiehad managed to telephone the restaurant inAthens, only to be told with polite but imper-sonal regret that Spiro no longer worked there.Nor could they say where he'd gone. I bet they can't,Camillahad thought,seething. They're probably inundated with callslike this. All night long,Camillahad heard the soundof Katie's desolate sobbing through the thinpartition wall. She'd tried to go to her, butKatie's door was locked. Besides, what couldshe do, or say—she who had never been evenmarginally tempted to fall inlove herself? Shewas the last person in the world to know what Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • comfort or advice to offer, she'd told herselfunhappily. To her surprise she foundKatiealreadyup,and making breakfast in the tiny kitchenette.Her sister looked wan and red-eyed, but herface was set with determination. 'I'm going to find him,Milla ,' she said. 'But you can't trail round every restaurantandtaverna inAthensasking for Mm. It wouldbe like searching for a needle in a haystack.’Dismayed,Camillatook the beaker of coffeeKatiehanded her. 'NotAthens.’Katieshook her head. 'Spirocomes from an island calledKarthos . It's intheIonian Sea, south ofCorfu. I shall go there.His family must know where he is.’ Camillatook a wary sip of the strong blackbrew. 'Katie,’ she said hesitantly, 'has it oc-curred to you that Spiro may not—want to befound?' 'That's not true.’Katiesaid calmly. 'If itwere , I'd know ithere.’She put her hand on her heart. The simplicity of the gesture and the profound trust it implied madeCamilla's throatache with unshed tears. He's not worth it, she thought savagely. There were a thousand arguments she oughtto be able to use to stopKatieembarking onthis crazy and probably fruitless quest, butsomehow she couldn't think of one. Instead, she said, 'ThenI'm going with you.’ 'Milla, do you mean it?'Katie's face wastransfigured, 'But what about the agency? WillMrsStrathmore give you the time off?' 'I've a whole backlog of leave I haven'ttaken.'Camillagave her a reassuring smile.'AndMrsStrathmorecan lump it. She won'tsack me. She relies on me to handle the ghastlyclients the others won't work for. I'll call inand explain on the way round to the travel agency.’ She tried to sound positive and en-couraging, but her heart was in her boots. What the hell will we do if we don't findhim?she wondered. Or, even worse, supposingwe find him and he doesn't want to know? She sighed silently. They would cross thatbridge when they came to it. 'We'll find him.'Katieseemed to have read her thoughts. Her voice and face were serene. 'It's fate. The Greeks have always believed infate.' And in the Furies,Camillathought grimly.The so-called Kindly Ones inexorably pursuingthe erring, and wreaking their vengeance onthem. Well, she would be a latter-day Fury, trailingSpiroXandreou, no matter how well he mighthave covered his tracks. She said, ‘There's no such thing as fate,’ andsurreptitiously crossed her fingers under thekitchen table. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • The Hotel Dionysius was small, fiercely clean,and frankly basic.Camillasat at a plastic-covered tablein a corner of the outside res-taurant area, a tall glass of freshly squeezedorange juice in front of her. She was shelteredfrom the glare of themiddaysun by a thatched roof, interwoven with a sprawling and healthyvine. Beyond the hotel's tiny garden with itshibiscus hedgelay the mainsquareofKarthos The island was only a remote dot in theIonian Sea, but it was bustling with tourists.So farCamillahad heard French, German andDutch being spoken, as well as English and she andKatiehad been lucky to get the lasttwo vacancies at the hotel. She'd leftKatiesleeping in their white-washed shuttered room on the first floor. Shewas beginning to feel the effects of her preg-nancy, and had been miserably sick on theflight toZakynthos , and the subsequent long ferry trip. The temperature onKarthos wasalready up in the eighties, and she'd agreed withlittle fuss toCamilla's suggestion that sheshould rest and leave the initial enquiries forSpiro to her sister. Camillahad been sorely tempted to cancelthis whole wild-goose chase after a reluctanttelephone call to LornaStephens' Greek uncle. She'd explained, without going intodetail, thatshe was anxious to trace a young waiter fromthe restaurant Clio, and wondered if he could help. To judge by the cynical sigh, and muttered,'Po,po,po ,’ no further explanation wasneeded. 'You know the name of this man,thespinis?’ 'He's calledSpiroXandreou.’ 'Xandreou?'Across the miles, she heard the sharp intake of breath. Then, 'I regret I cannotassist you. But I advise you most strongly,thespinisto proceed no further in this.’A pause.'Most strongly.’ And he'd rung off,leavingCamillawith a host of unanswered questions. She'd been warned off, sherealised uneasily.She could only hope that Spiro wasn't somekind of thug—a member of the Greek mafia,if there was such a thing. Maybe he wasn't onKarthosat all, but ingaol somewhere. But how could she tellKatieher suspicions,and burst the bubble of optimism and antici-pation which encircled her? Maybe she just hadto Jet her find out for herself, she concludedresignedly. Camillasighed silently as she finished the iced fruit juice. But where on earth should their search start? 'You enjoy?'Kostas, the hotel's burly pro-prietor, arrived to clear the table. He had athick black moustache, a booming laugh, andhe smoked incessantly. But the warmth of hiswelcome had been quite unfeigned, and toCamilla's relief he spoke better than rudi-mentary English. The questions she needed to ask were omitted from the usual phrase books. She nodded vigorously. 'It wasdelicioussthank you.Just what I needed.' 'To travel in this heat is not good.’ As he turned away, she said, 'Kostas, do youknow a family calledXandreou —with a sonnamed Spiro?' The genial smile vanished as if it had beenwiped away. He looked startled, and almostapprehensive, Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'Why do you ask?' She said lightly, 'Oh, our families used tobe—acquainted. I believe they come from here,and I'd like to see them again. That's all.’ There was a silence, then, 'Xandreou, yousay?'Kostasshook his head.‘ I don't know thename. You have come to the wrong place, Ithink,thespinis.’ 'I don't think so.’ She gave him a level look.'You're sure you haven't heard of them?' 'Certain.’ He paused. 'You are on holiday,thespinis.You should relax. Go to the beach-enjoy the sun—drink some wine. Make otherfriends—and don't waste time looking for thesepeople.’ And if that wasn't an oblique warning, she'dnever heard one, Camilla thought, watchinghim walk away between the tables, which werealready filling up for lunch. It was the same message she'd got fromAthens: keep away from theXandreou clan. Everyone knows them, but they don't want to talk about them, she thought, a prickle of wariness running down her spine. Yet, somehow, forKatie's sake,,she had to pen-etrate this wall of silence. She picked up her bag, and walked to thesteep outside stairway which provided analternative access to the bedrooms. There'd been some cards on the receptiondesk advertising car and motorbike hire. She'drent a scooter and take a preliminary lookround. The brochure on the island had warnedthat most of the best beaches were out of town,and it might be pleasant to find some desertedcove and laze around for a while before the realbusiness of their trip began. 'Journeys end in lovers meeting', shethought. I only hope it's true. She was halfway up the steep outsidestaircase that provided an alternative access to the bedrooms when a voice below her said urgently, ‘Thespinis.’ Glancing down, she saw one of the hotelwaiters, who'd been serving an adjoining table while she spoke toKostas. He gave her an in-gratiating smile, 'You wantSpiroXandreou?' 'Why, yes.’ Her heartbeat quickened in swiftexcitement. 'Do you know him?' 'Since boys.'He touched a fist theatricallyto his chest. 'I too am a man ofKarthos .' 'Then can you tell me where to find him?' The young man shrugged, sending a slightlyfurtive glance back over his shoulder.‘ Is noteasy for me, you understand…’ Camillaunderstood perfectly. She extracted a thousand-drachma note from her wallet, andhanded it over. He whispered hoarsely, 'He is at his house—the Villa Apollo.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • ‘Is that near here?' 'Ochi.'He gestured towards the craggy hillswhich formed the island's hinterland. 'Is long way.’ 'Is there a bus?' 'No bus.Nothing there—only villa. You getcar, or motorbike.’He He handed her one of thecards displayed in Reception.‘ My cousinrent—very cheap.’ With you on commission, no doubt, she re-turned silently. But she thanked him politely,and went on up the steps. ‘Thespinis,’he hissed again, and she paused.'Thespinis,whatever occur, you don't say toboss I told you, ne?’ 'Not a word,' she said, and watched him vanish into the hotel. Katiewas still out for the count.Camillawroteher a brief note saying she was going to ex-plore, and replaced the simple button-throughdress she'd worn for the journey with whiteshorts and a sleeveless top, with her initial inred and gold embroidery over1the left breast.She gathered her thick chestnut hair into a bar-retteat the nape of her neck for coolness, andslid her feet into comfortable canvas shoes. She found the rental place easily enough. Itwas basically a dirt yard, with chickens peckinground between the scooters. Andonis, theowner, were a grubby singlet and a three-daygrowth, and had the kind of gleam in his eyewhich madeCamillaregret she hadn't changedinto something less revealing. She was able to hire a scooter with disturbing lack of formality, although the actualcost was rather more than she'd bargained for.She enquired about a safety helmet, andAndonisstared at her as if she were mad,thenspat on the ground. ‘Karthosroads are good,’ he said flatly. Her request for a map of the island met with moreluck, however. A photocopied sheet, dog-eared and much folded, was produced. Camillastared at the web of roads, wondering where she would find the spider. ‘I’m looking for a particular house - the VillaApollo,' she said.sCan you mark it for me?'He whistled through the gap in his teeth. ‘You wantXandreou ?’ He gave her another lascivious look. ‘So do many women. He’s lucky man.’ Well, his luck’s about to change,Camillathought grimly.Andonis’s remark, and the grin that accompanied it, had only confirmed all her worst fears.Katie’shonourable lover was nothing more than a practiced Casanova, she realized with disgust. Andonismade a laborious pencil cross on the map. ‘Villa Apollo,’ he said. He gave heranother openly appraising stare. 'You shouldtell me before. Maybe I make special price forXandreou’s woman.’ Presumably they arrived in convoys,thought with distaste. She distancedAndonis , who was disposed tohelp her on to the scooter, with an icy look. 'You're mistaken,kyrie. I'm not—what yousay.' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • The grin widened, unabashed. He shrugged. 'I do,'Camillasaid curtly, and rode off. This was obviously what they'd all beentrying to warn her about, she thought, as she headed out of town on the roadAndonis had indicated. InnocentKatiehad given her heart and herbody to a worthless piece ofwomanising scum.Well, he wasn't going to get away with it. 'Xandreou'swoman', she thought with con-tempt. What a tag to be branded with. But I'll make him pay for it, she vowed underher breath, if it's the last thing I do. 'Whatever occur'. The waiter's words sneaked unexpectedly back into her mind. An odd thing to say, she thought. Almost like another warning. And, in spite of the intense hear, she felt strangely cold. CHAPTER TWO Camillabrought the scooter gingerly to a halt on the stony verge, and wiped the sweat fromher forehead. Muchfurther, and she would run out ofroad. Already the surface had dwindled to thestatus of a track, yet there was still no sign ofthe Villa Apollo. HadAndonis deliberately sent her to a dead end? She eased the base of her spine with a faintgrimace. He'd certainly given her the maverick of his scooter collection. The steering had a mindof itsown, and the brakes barely existed.If she had to do an emergency stop... Not that there seemed much chance of that.So far she hadn't passed another living thing,except for a donkey, a couple of tethered goats,and a dog on a chain who'd barked at her. The road, rising steeply, was lined on eachside with olive groves, and their silvery canopyhad protected her from the worst of the sun. Some of the trees, with their gnarled and twisted trunks, seemed incredibly old, but they were still bearing fruit. The netting spread on the ground beneath to catch the olives bore witness to that. Camillaturned and looked behind her, as ifto remind herself thatcivilisation did exist. Below her, in the distance, glimpsed in the gapsbetween the clustering olives, were themulti-coloured roofs and white walls ofKarthos town, topped by the vivid blue dome of achurch.And beyond that again, azure, jadeand amethyst, was the sea. I could be on a beach now, she thought wist-fully, if I weren't riding this two-wheeled death-trap up the side of a mountain. She sighed, as she eased the clinging top awayfrom the damp heat of her body, imaginingherself sliding down from some convenientrock into cool, deep water, salty and cleansingagainst her skin. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • One more bend in the road, she told herself.Then I go back. She coaxed the scooter back to life, and set off, trying to correct its ferocious wobble oncorners. In doing so, she nearly missed the ‘VillaApollo’ altogether. She came to a halt, dirt and gravel flyingunder thetyres , and stared at the letters carvedinto the two stone gateposts ahead of her.Andbeneath them the emblem of the sun—the sign of the god Apollo himself, who each day, ac-cording to legend, drove his fiery chariotthrough the heavens. Camilladismounted with care, propping hermachine against the rocky bank. With luck, someone terminally insane with a death wishmight just steal it. Beyond the gateway, more olive trees shad-owed a steeply lifting driveway. Right, she thought, tilting her chin. Let's seethis irresistible Adonis who causes such havocin people's lives. Hands in pockets, she set offup the gradient, moving with a brisk, con-fident stride that totally masked her innerunease. Knowing she had right on her sidedidlittle to calm her nerves, she discovered. And when the man stepped out in front ofher, she only just managed to stifle a yell of sheer fright. One glance told her that he wasn't the oneshe'd come to find. He was stocky and grizzled,with a walkie-talkie in his hand, and a gun, shenoted, swallowing, in a holster on his hip. Hisface was unwelcoming, his stance aggressive ashe barked a question at her in Greek. Camillastood her ground. ‘I don't under-stand,' she said. 'My name isDryden, and Ihave come from Englandto seeMrXandreou.' An armed security man, she thought. Whatam I getting into here? The man stared at her for a moment,thenspoke into his radio. He listened,then jerkedhis head atCamilla, indicating that she should follow. The drive curved away to the right andCamillasaw that the olives gave way to lawnsof coarse grass, and flowerbeds bright withcolour. And beyond them was the house itself, theVilla Apollo, large and sprawling, its white walls dazzling in the sunshine. It was sur-rounded by a colonnaded terrace, festooned inpurple and crimsonbougainvillaea , and asmoky pink flowering vine. Camillaslowed, staring round her. What dida waiter in anAthensrestaurant have to do withthis frankly glamorous background?she asked herself. UnlessSpiroXandreouwas merely anemployee, and she was being shown to thetradesman's entrance. The security man looked back, gesturing im-patiently, and she moved forward reluctantly.Ahead of her, she saw the clear turquoisesparkle of a large swimming-pool. Around theedge were tiles in an intricate mosaic pattern,and loungers and chairs stood waiting under fringed sun umbrellas. There was a table with a tray of drinks, and on the edge of the pool a twin of the radio device carried by the se-curity man. Otherwise, the place seemed deserted. As she stared round her in bewilderment, aman's dark head suddenly broke the surface ofthe water. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • Camillafelt her heart beating slowlyand unevenly as he pulled himself athleticallyfrom the pool, and stood for a moment,shaking the excess water from his mane ofblack curling hair. He was well above average height, she saw,broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped, hisbronzed body lean, muscular and perfectlyproportioned. He was good-lookingtoo, sherecognised dazedly, his almost classical beauty of featureredeemed by the inherent toughness andstrength of his mouth and chin.A man to bereckoned with. 'Like a Greek god.’ She'd heard the phrasemany times, butnever expected to see it brought to life in front of her. Especially as, like most of the ancientclassical statues of the Olympians and heroes,he was completely naked. Moving with the lithe grace of a jungleanimal, he walked over to one of the loungers,picked up a waiting towel, and began to dry himself, casually and without haste, ignoringthe presence of the new arrivals. Camillaknew that displayinghimselflike thisin front of her—a woman, and a stranger-was a calculated insult. But if he expected herto blush or faint, or run off screaming like somefrightened nymph from mythology, he'd bedisappointed, she told herself, and stoodwaiting in stony silence, refusing to let the de- liberate affront get to her. Eventually, he draped the damp towel roundhis hips, securing it with a knot. He reachedfor the thin, elegant platinum watch on thetable, and clasped the bracelet on to his wrist,allowing his gaze, at last, to rest coolly and dis-passionately onCamilla. His eyes were dark,long-lashed, holding an odd glitter. Like cold fire, she thought. He said, "Whoare you, and what do youwant here?' His voice was low and drawling, the accentonly slightly marked. But thenKatiehad told her his English was excellent. Katie, she thought with a kind of despair.No wonder she'd fallen for him hook, line and sinker. But why should a sophisticated man ofthe world like this have encouraged her inex-perienced sister, even for a moment? It made no sense at all. Unless he still wasn't the oneshe sought. 'Well?' His voice prodded at her im-patiently. 'You have forced your wayIn here.Why don't you speak?' She said slowly, gauging his reaction, *I wantto talk about—Xandreou'swoman.’ He filled a glass with mineral water from oneof the bottles, and drank. The security man,sherealised , had discreetly faded away. He said, 'I think you flatter yourself,Kyria...?' 'Dryden,' she supplied again. -Please don'tpretend you've forgotten the name.’ He shrugged. 'It is vaguelyfamiliar.’Hesounded bored. The brilliant eyes went over tier, lingering on her breasts and thighs andlong, slim legs, making her uneasily aware that the heat had made her scanty Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • garments into asecond skin. His gaze met hers again. 'So, what do youwant,KyriaDryden? Or do you plan to spend the whole afternoon staring at me in silence?' ‘I'm sorry.’ What am Iapologising for?sheasked herself in disbelief. She pulled herselftogether with determination. 'You aren'texactly what I expected,KyriosXandreou.' 'Nor are you.But it isn't important.’ His tonewas dismissive. 'Say what you must, and go.' All her worst forebodings were confirmed.He didn't care aboutKatie, or the baby. Hersister's sole attraction for him had been herinnocence. Now it was gone, he didn't want toknowKatiewas just another notch on a well-dented bedpost. She said stonily. 'You know why I'm here. Ithink some kind of—reparation is called for.’ 'For what?A pleasant interlude like so manyof your countrywomen expectto enjoy inGreece?' The contempt in his voice lashed her. Just because other girls might behave likesex-crazed Idiots, there was no need to tarKatiewith the same brush, she thought in furiousanguish. Hadn't herealised that she was dif-ferent—that she'd actually believed whatevercorny seduction line he'd handed her? 'Unfortunately, this particular interlude hashad consequences.' She hated the smile whichtwisted his mouth. 'Or had you forgottenthere's a baby on the way?' 'There is nothing wrong with my memory.’he said. 'It is more a question of credulity,perhaps. A child withXandreou blood mighthave a claim onXandreou money. Is that whatyou think?’ He shook his head. 'I am not afool,KyriaDryden. I am prepared to subjectthe paternity of this child to every test availableto medical science. But can you afford to fightme?' The studied insolence of his gaze scorchedher again. 'I don't think so.' 'No.’ she said curtly. 'Nor would I dream ofit. Obviously your responsibilities mean verylittle to you.' 'You are wrong. They mean a great deal.Which is why I will not submit to pressure froma girl who has behaved like a slut, and nowwishes to benefit from her indiscretion.’ His drawl intensified. 'Perhaps you are not awarethat in Greek the nameCatherinemeans"purity". It is something to consider—for thefuture, ne?’ Her hands curled into fists at her sides, andher voice shook a little. 'You've more than made your point,MrXandreou. I'd hoped you might have someshred of decency in you, but clearly I was mis-taken. However, you won't be troubled again.The baby may not be brought up in the lap ofthis kind of luxury——' she gestured scornfullyround her '—but it will be welcomed, lookedafter and loved, and that's far more important.It wasn't money I came for, but something more fundamental. Something you wouldn't understand.’ She paused, struggling to control her voice. ‘And, hopefully, although the baby will be il-legitimate, it will grow up without knowingwhat a complete bastard its father was.’ Shedrew a deep and shuddering breath. 'I wonderhow many more lives will be ruined before youget your well-deserved come-uppance?' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'You have the insolence to talk about ruined lives?' He flung his head back, and she felt his anger touch her like a blast of lightning. 'Howdare you say such a thing—speak to me likethis?' "It's quite simple.’ she said. 'I just tell thetruth.' She turned and walked away from him, backrigidly straight, fighting the storm of angrytears which threatened to overwhelm her. Of all the hateful, disgusting things he'd said,it was the gibe aboutKatie's name which, rid-iculously, had got to her most. He must have known she was untouched, yethe'd set out deliberately to deflower and de-stroy, using all the potent virility and sexual charisma he possessed in such abundance to undermine her resistance. My God, I was aware of it myself, shethought, shame mingling with anger. And I wasonly with him for a few minutes. If I'd methim in different circumstances—if he'd beencharming, or even marginally polite... She blotted out that line of thinking in-stantly.SpiroXandreouclearly regardedhimself as some latter-day Apollo, a sun godto whom every woman was a potential victimfor conquest, and she disgraced herself by evenacknowledging his attraction. But what had he been doing, working in thatrestaurant?she asked herself. Waiting on tablesfor a bet—or some other kind of sick joke? If so, why go on with the pretence onceKatiehad returned toEngland? Promising to comeover—claiming they were going to be married.All those letters—allthose lies . Unforgivable, she thought as she dragged thedespised scooter upright?and kicked it intogrumblinglife. She wanted to get away fromthe Villa Apollo, and its owner, as fast as she could—breathe some untainted air. And decide what she could possibly tellKatie, she thought despondently as she steadied her temperamental machine for the first bend. The open-topped sports car was upon her in-stantly, racing up the hill on the wrong side ofthe road. Camillacaught a stunned glimpse ofa girl's face, olive-skinned and pretty behindthe designer sunglasses but transfixed by sheerhorror. Then she pulled the bike over in a kind of desperation, striving to avoid the inevitablecollision. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • The scooter hit the loose stones on the verge,and went out of control, running up the bank.Camillawas thrown off, landing painfully onher side. She lay still for a moment, feeling sickand dizzy with shock. She heard the sound of running feet, and thegirl bent over her.‘’OTheos.'There was panicin her voice. 'You are hurt. Are you broken anywhere?’ Into several pieces by the feel of it,Camillathought, as she pulled herself to her feet. Therewere no actual fractures, she was sure, but therewas a deep graze on her bare leg, and anotheron her arm, blood mingling with the dirt onher torn blouse. 'I did not expect anyone else on this road.’The girl was practically wringing her hands. 'So I gathered.’Camillaforced from her drythroat. 'You need a doctor.’ The girl took her un-injured arm, urging her towards the car. 'Withme, please. Come.’ Camillashook her head. 'It's all right.’ Hervoice sounded very small and far-away sud-denly. 'I—I'll be fine.’ She saw the road, thecar, and the newcomer's anxious face dip and sway, then everything descended into a darkand swirling void. Somewhere, a storm must be raging.Camillacould feel the splash of rain on her face andhear a distant rumble of thunder. But sheherself seemed to be floating on some kind of cloud. She opened unwilling eyes, and stared up ata face she'd never seen before, female, elderlyand wrinkled with concern. Nor was it raining.She was simply having her face bathed withcool water. I hurt, she thought, wincing, as she lookedaround her. She was in a large room, lying ona vast luxurious sofa thecolour of rich maize. And the sound of the storm wasSpiroXandreou, who was standing a few feet awayconducting a low-voiced but furious argumentwith the girl from the car. Oh, my God,Camillathought with hor-rified alarm. She's brought me back here—tohis house. I can't bear it. She tried to sit up, only to be vociferouslyrestrained by the old woman attending to her. SpiroXandreouswung round, frowning, andcame striding over. He'd exchanged the towel,Camilla noticed, for a pair of white shortsalmost equally revealing. Still competing forthe Stud of the Year award, no doubt, she thought, hating him. 'My sister has told me what happened.’ hesaid harshly. *You must remain where you are—keep still until the doctor has made his examination.’ 'I'll do nothing of the kind.’Camilla's headswam as she put her feet gingerly to the floor.But she was becoming more aware of her sur-roundings. One entire wall of the room wasmade from glass, a series of sliding doorspushed open to admit the sunlight, and a breezebringing a hint of flowers and citrus. The floor was tiled in creamy marble, veinedinblue and gold, and the same blue was echoedin thecolour of the walls, which were bare except for a few modern abstract paintings,clearly original and probably Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • valuable. Ironically, the one thingSpiroXandreouhadn't lied about was his wealth,Camillathought sourly. She was in the lap of luxury here. The sofa she was lying on was one of apair flanking a wide marble fireplace, whichwas presumably for use in the winter monthsbut was now screened by a large bronzesculpture of a sunburst. The whole effect was airy and spacious, yetsomehow welcoming, so presumably the ownerhad had no hand in the decor. She glared up at him. 'There's no need forall this fuss. I want nothing from you,Mr.Xandreou. I thought I'd made that clear.’ 'Unfortunately, neither of us has a choice.You are not leaving here,thespinis, withoutmedical attention.' 'What are you afraid of?That I'll sue?' Hisautocratic tone needled her. She tried to smile past him at the girl?whowas standing lookingsullen, her arms crossed defensively in front ofher. ‘I shan't, I've a few grazes, that's all.' 'You cannot know that. And in the cir-cumstances we can afford to take no risks.’ hesaid grimly. He issued some low-voiced in-structions to the old woman who left the room instantly. 'Ariannatells me you were riding a scooter,'he went on. 'Are you quite crazy?' 'Only on a part-time basis,'Camillasaid wearily. 'Look—just get me a taxi, and I'll goback to my hotel. My sister will be wonderingwhere I am, and I don't want to cause her un-necessary worry.’ she added pointedly. 'She knows of your activities, then—andshe permitted them?'SpiroXandreouraised clenched fists towards theceiling. 'Unbelievable.' 'No,'Camillasaid, with a sigh. 'This was allmy own idea.And clearly a bad one.' 4At least we agree on something,' he saidsilkily. The old woman in her black dress and snowyapron came back into the room, carrying abowl of steaming water, a bottle of antiseptic,and some cotton wool. Camillaeyed them with misgiving. 'There'sno need...' 'There is every need,' he contradicted flatly.'This is notEngland,KyriaDryden, Grazessuch as this carry a risk of infection, and needimmediate attention.' He knelt beside the sofa, his face coollyintent, soaking a swab of cotton wool in theantiseptic solution. Camillawanted to draw away. He wasaltogether too close for comfort, she thought,dry-mouthed, as she absorbed the clean, freshscent of his sun-warmed skin, His bare shoulder brushed against her knee, and she felt a sharppang deep inside her that had nothing to dowith pain. She said huskily, 'No—please...' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • He gave her a look of withering contemptand began to swab the dirt and grains of gravelfrom her leg. She bit her lip, her body tauteninginstinctively at his touch. He looked up at her, his mouth slanting sar-donically. 'If it's only a graze,thespinis, you'renot being very brave about it.' She said between her teeth, "MaybeI'd preferto wait for the doctor.’ He shrugged. 'The Hippocratic oath is notneeded for simple first aid.’ he returned. 'I amnot enjoying this either,KyriaDryden.' The oath, she thought, that the medical pro-fession still used. 'I swear by Apollo...' AndApollo himself was here, or so it seemed,kneeling at her feet. He was deftenough, and even quite gentle,she was forced to admit, but some of the dirtwas deeply embedded, and there were tears inher eyes before he'd finished, although she kepther teeth firmly fastened in her bottom lip. But the smarting was only part of it, sherealised. The truth was she didn't want toaccept this kind of intimate service from him. When he had cleaned her arm, he hesitated.'The shirt is already ruined, I think, so…’ Heput two fingers in the jagged tear at the side,and ripped it completely down to the hem. Camillagasped, dragging the torn edges together. 'How dare you... ?'Her voice wasunsteady. For one brief instant, his fingers hadbrashedthe curve of her bare breast, and his touch had scalded her. 'So modest?'His voice taunted. 'Yourfellow-tourists show more on our beaches everyday.’ 'But I don't,’ she said huskily. The old woman stepped forward, gesturinghim imperatively out of the way. With anothershrug, he got to his feet, and walked to thewindow, turning his back whileCamilla'sscraped ribs were bathed. 'Arianna,' he tossed over his shoulder, 'youwill provideKyriaDrydenwith a blouse fromyour wardrobe as a temporary measure.' 'Of course, I shall be pleased. She can comeupstairs to my room, and choose.Petros can examine her there too.' He frowned. 'Is that necessary?' 'But of course.'AriannaXandreoulookedscandalised. 'Such a procedure requiresprivacy.' His frown deepened. 'Then stay with her—all the time, you understand?' He'd spoken in English, so presumablyCamillawasn't to be left in any doubt either. 'What the hell are you implying?' shedemanded. ‘I intend to ensure you do not turn this ac-cident to your advantage,thespinis!’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'What do you think I'm going to do—stealsomething?'Camillapulled away from the oldwoman's restraining hand, her eyes blazing.sGod, you've an almighty nerve.' 'And I think the same of you,thespinis. Youwill play no tricks in this house.' Her lips were parting to tell him unequivo-cally what she thought of him, when the dooropened and a young man, swarthy andstockilybuilt, wearing glasses, walked in. He paused,surveying the tableau in front of him. ‘I understand I have a new patient,' he re-marked. 'A road accident,ne?Thank you,Eleni.’ The old woman stepped back, and heinspected her handiwork critically, and nodded. 'You are lucky,thespinis. I have known similarincidents where skin grafts have been needed.But you, I think, will be left without a sear,Ashot, maybe, to protect against infection andyou will be as good as new.’ SpiroXandreoutook him to one side, and said something softly in Greek: ‘Po,po ,po!The doctor's brows liftedsharply. Then I should examine without delay.Elenican act as chaperon.’ "This is ridiculous.’Camillaprotested. ‘I’mfine.’ The doctor smiled at her. ‘I’m sure that istrue. You seem a perfectly healthy youngwomaa. But your pregnancy is in its earlystages. We need to establish that all is well.' "Pregnancy?'Camillastared at him stupidly.'What are you talking about? I'm notpregnant.’ 'So you lied,’SpiroXandreou'svoice wasalmost gloating. 'I knewit.’ He walked to the door of thesaloni, and threwit wide, his facea mask of icy anger. ‘You will leave my house,thespinis,and not come back.’ His voice dropped to pure menace. "And youwill never trouble me or mine again. That is, if you know what's good foryou. Now go.’ CHAPTER THREE Camillastared at him. She said quietly, 'I think you must be insane,KyriosXandreou. Or has yourwomanising nowreached such proportions that you can't eventell one girl from another?' 'How dare you speak to me like that?' Hisvoice was molten. 'How dare you...?’ Camillamet his gaze. Eyes dark as obsidian,she thought with a strange clarity, and as hardas flint.But with a small flame burning... Just as she was burning inside. 'Oh, I dare.' She drew a deep angry breath.'Because it wasn't me that you—seduced andabandoned in Athensa few months ago.It wasmy younger sister,Katie.' A sob rose in herthroat. 'And you can't even remember what shereally looks like—you bastard.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • Her words fell into a silence so profound itwas almost tangible. It was broken by the doctor, his face ex-pressionless. 'I think, my dearNic , there hasbeen some misunderstanding. Now, if you'llexcuse me, I will go up to my other patient.’ As he turned away,Camillacaught his arm.'Just a moment—please.You called this man—Nic?' ‘Ne,thespinis .Is something wrong?' She swallowed. 'You mean—he's not— Spiro?’ The doctor looked astonished. 'Spiro isKyriosXandreou'syounger brother,thespinis.He was also injured In an accident, a shortwhile ago, rather more seriously than yourself.In fact, I should be with him now. If youwillcall at the clinic in town tomorrow morning, Iwill prescribe some medication for you—as a precaution only, you understand,' he addedkindly, misunderstanding the sudden pallor of her face. 'Infection breeds fast in our climate.' He nodded briskly, and left the room,Ariannasliding after him. Camillafound herself alone withNicXandreou. She ran the tip of her tongue round her dry lips. 'You thought I wasKatie,' she said. 'Ithought you were Spiro. We've been at crosspurposes from the start.’ 'So it would seem.' His voice was even. 'ButKatie's only just eighteen,' she pro-tested. 'You must have known I was older thanthat.' He shrugged. 'I thought Spiro had been de-ceived.' His glance flicked over her. 'There wasalso the initial on your shirt—a C, presumablyforCatherine.’ She said quietly, 'My name isCamilla.' Shelooked down at the tiled floor. ‘I’ve said somepretty harsh things. I'm sorry, but I was justso upset forKatie.' 'You are loyal to your family,' he returnedflatly. 'I don't blame you for that. It's a qualityI share.' 'Was Spiro badly hurt in the accident?' sheasked in a low voice. He shrugged again. 'He has a broken leg anda bump on the head. Time and rest will curethem both.’ She tried a small smile. 'Well, it could havebeen very much worse.’ She paused. 'That'swhy he never turned up at the airport. I just wish someone had let us know.Katiewill be so relieved when she knows the truth.’ Shewaited, but he said nothing. She tried again. 'I'll go straight back to thehotel, and explain.’ 'Not,' he said, 'like that, I think.’ Sherealised where his gaze was directed anddragged the torn edges of her top togetheragain, flushing. 'Well, perhaps not.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • He said curtly, 'I will take you to my sister'sroom. Come.’ Camillatook a step forward and faltered, herlegs shaking under her. He turned at the door, staring back at her.'What now?' he demanded impatiently. 'Just reaction, I think.’ She tried to force asmile.'If you could—give me a moment.’ He muttered something succinct and angryunder his breath, and came striding back.Before she could guess what he intended, hehad swung her off her feet into his arms, andwas carrying her across thesaloni and out intoa large hall. 'What the hell are you doing?'Camillagasped furiously. She braced her hands againsthis chest, but it was like trying to overturn abrick wall. Except no wall had everbeee sowarm—so smooth—so sensuous to the touch.She could feel,sherealised with an unnervingtingle of awareness, his heart beating under her fingers… She said breathlessly, ‘Putme down at once.' 'Be still,’ he snapped back. He was very strong. She was slim, but nofeatherweight, yet he went up the wide, shallowsweep of the marble staircase without a pause. In the gallery above, he shouldered open adoor and went in. It was a large, light room,all pale wood and floating pastel drapes.Arianna was not there, andNicXandreouclicked his tongue in sharp annoyance beforedepositingCamillawithout particulargentlenesson the edge of the wide, soft bed. She watched him walk to the tall wardrobeswhich lined one wall, and fling open a door.He took a shirt, classic in heavy white silk, froma hanger and tossed it to her. 'You can use this,’ he ordained. ‘I think I'll stay as I am,’ she returnedquickly. The shirt was clearly very expensive,and the thought of having to struggle to remove her ripped top over her sore shoulder and armdidn't appeal at all. There were some pins inher bag, she remembered. She could makeherself decent until she hadKatieto help her change. NicXandreoufrowned slightly. 'You are inpain?' he guessed. 'Stiffening up a little,’ she admitted. Nicextended his arms in front of him. 'Canyou still do this?' ‘I think so.'Camillaraised her own armsslightlyinimitation. Nicleaned down, andinone swift movement whipped the torn top over her head and off,baring her to the waist. ‘Oh.’CamillasnatchedupArianna's shirt, and held it as a shield in front of her nakedbreasts, as a wave of Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • frantic embarrassedcolourengulfed her. ‘How—how dare you?' 'There was no question of daring,' Hesounded almost bored.‘ You needed as-sistance, and there was no one else.' 'But that doesn't give you the right...' A faint smile twisted the corners of the firmmouth. He said softly, 'In my house,KyriaCamilla, I assume whatever rights I choose.Now, I will await you downstairs.’ At the door, he paused, looking back at hersthe smile deepening with disturbing mockery. He said, 'I am glad to know you will not bescarred. Your body is very beautiful.' And he walked out of the room, leavingCamilla, lips parted in shock, staring after him. It took her a while to recover her com-posure. She had never been treated like that inher life before— never beenmade to feel so vulnerable—so frighteningly aware of herwomanhood. NicXandreouwasn't just a powerful and at-tractive man, she decided grimly. He was dangerous in all kinds of ways she'd neverenvisaged. She might have said some harsh things tohim, but he'd more than redressed the balancewith that parting shot of his, she thought asshe struggled intoArianna's shirt, her fingersfumbling the silk-covered buttons into their holes. From now on she would be ultra-careful in any dealings she had with him. There was a tiny tiled shower-room openingfrom the bedroom, which also contained a washbasin. Looking in the mirror,Camillarealisedfor the first time that her face wassmeared with dirt from her fall, and her hairwas tangled and dusty, and she found that shewanted very much to burst into tears. But that was just foolish weakness, she toldherself as she washed swiftly and dragged acomb through her hair. For a moment, she washalf tempted to leave it loose on her shoulders.It framed her face appealingly, making her looksofter—more relaxed, she thought, lifting someof the heavy chestnut strands in her fingers. She stopped right there. What on earth wasshe thinking of? She wasn't there to relax, ormake any kind of impression—particularly on someone likeNicXandreou, she thought withself-disgust. She pulled her hair back severely, securing it almost savagely with the barrette. She came out on to the gallery and stood for a moment, looking around her. There were a number of other doors on both sides of her, all inimically closed, and between them alcoves had been carved into the walls to display special ceramics and other precious objects. Camilla's eye was caught by one figurine inparticular, and she walked down the gallery to take a closer look. It was a bronze, about three feet high, of a young man with a face as proudand beautiful as an eagle's. The god Apollo, she wondered, or just theowner of the house, and could anyone tell thedifference anyway? But it was a powerful andarresting piece, to say the least. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • In fact, the whole villa was quite mag-nificent, she thought, and maybe that was thetrouble—because it was more a showplace than a home, expensive but oddly cold and empty. She heard the sound of an opening door, andturned to seeArianna and the doctor emergingtogether from one of the rooms. They walkedaway from her towards the stairs, too absorbedin conversation to notice her, and disappeareddownstairs and out of sight. So that must be Spiro's room, sherealised ,swallowing.Spiro whom she'd never even seen. Impulsively, she went to the door, andknocked. There was a pause then a weary voicesaid,'Peraste,’ and she went in. SpiroXandreouwas lying on a couch neartall windows opening on to a balcony. He was a younger, gentler version of his brother, his good looks muted by pain and shock. He was leaning back, his eyes closed, and the snowycast on his leg, coupled with thegreyness be-neath his tanned skin, gave him an air of acutevulnerability. She said quietly, 'Spiro?' and he openeddazed dark eyes and stared at her. 'Pyaiste?’ hedemanded. ‘I’mCamilla—Katie's sister.' She smiled athim. 'We arrived onKarthos today to look for you.’ He went on staring at her, his brows drawingtogether.'Thensaskatalaveno ,’ he said. 'I donot understand,' he added in English. 'What do you want?' 'I've come here withKatie,' she said. 'Shemust have mentioned me.' He shook his head, his anxious lookdeepening. 'I do not know you. I do not knowanyKatie.’ Camilla's heart sank. 'Of course you do.' Shetried to sound encouraging. 'You met her inAthensat Easter, and you were coming toLondonto see her. Only you had this accident,so we've come to you instead.' 'What are you saying?' His voice rose. 'Whoare you?' AsCamillahesitated, uncertain how toproceed, the door behind her was flung open,andNicXandreou's voice, molten with anger, said, 'This is intolerable,thespinis. My brothermust have peace. How dare you intrude on him?’ He took her sound arm, and urged her out of the room, not gently. Camillatried to hang back as she was hustledtowards the stairs. 'I'm sorry if I've trespassed in some way,’she said. 'But it wasSpiro, after all, I came here to see in the first place.’ 'In my house you see no one without mypermission.' Camillalifted her chin. 'And, if I'd askedfor permission, would it have been given?' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • ‘No,’ he said curtly. ‘I only hope your intervention has done no actual harm.' 'I fail to see how a few words from me couldaffect a broken leg,' she said angrily.‘ I knowyou're concerned about him, but I have mysister to think of.' She paused. 'I also thought Spiro might appreciate some news of her.’ 'And did he?' 'Well, no,’ Camilla found herself being es-corted swiftly and inexorably out of the house,with no chance of saying goodbye toAriannaor asking the doctor about Spiro's condition.,sherealised with vexation. 'He seemed— confused.’ Nic'sfirm mouth tightened as he assisted herwithout particular finesse into the passengerseat of a serviceable-looking Jeep waiting at thefront entrance. Her bag, she saw, was waitingfor her on the seat, depriving her of any excuseto return. He seemed to think of everything. 'Spiro's recovery will not be assisted by anykind of harassment,’NicXandreousaid as hestarted the engine. Camillasighed. 'I truly didn't intend that. Ijust wanted to say—hello.’ 'Well, now you have done so,’ he said dismissively. 'So let thatbe an end to it.' But it couldn't be the end?Camillathoughtas the Jeep swung down the drive.It was onlythe beginning... She stiffened as she caught sight of thescooter at the side of the road. 'Oh, what amI going to do about that?’ 'You will do nothing,’ he said grimly. 'I haveexamined the machine, and it was not fit to beon the road even before the accident. Wheredid you get it?' 'From someone calledAndonis .' Sheproduced the card from her bag. 'I got thisfrom the hotel.’ He shot it a frowning glance. 'Ah, yes, theDionysius.Of course.’ He hit the steering-wheel with an exasperated fist. ‘I should have known.How many times has he been warned in thepast?' He shook his head.'Never again.’ 'I'll go along with that. No matter what itcosts, I'll rent a car.’ ‘You intend to remain onKarthos ?' He shother an unsmiling look. ‘Of course.Katiewill naturally want to spendevery moment with Spiro, and I can enjoy anormal holiday.’ He said bleakly,£ I regret that will not bepossible.’ 'Why—doesKarthos only cater for eccen-trics?'Camillatried to make a feeble joke, to dispel the sudden cold feeling inside her. 'It would be better for you to return to yourown country, and take your sister with you.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • She said huskily, 'You mean while Spiro re-covers. But he isn't that badly hurt, andKatiewill want to help look after him.’ 'Her services will not be necessary.’ He didnot look at her. His attention appeared to beconcentrated on the corkscrew road they weredescending. 'That's not for you to say.’Camillakept hertone level. 'You seem to have forgotten thatshe and Spiro are engaged to be married…’ 'I have sanctioned no such engagement,’ hereturned harshly.'Nor shall I. It is you that has the poor memory,thespinis. We have re-solved the mistaken identities, perhaps, butnothing else has changed, believe me.’ 'What do you mean?' His fingers beat an irritable tattoo on thewheel. 'I thought I had made it clear. I do notaccept that your sister or her unborn child has any claim on my family. A girl who is overgenerous with herfavours before marriage mustaccept the consequences,' he added damningly. 'While the man escapes scot-free?'Camilladrew a deep, angry breath. 'What a wonderfuldouble standard.' NicXandreouhunched a shoulder. 'Spiro isyoung,’ he said flatly. 'I will not allow him toruin his future for one foolish lapse.' ‘And what aboutKatie's future?' 'Your sister is clearly a clever young woman.She'll make out.' 'But you can't dismissit like that.’Camilla'sheart was hammering sickly and painfully.'They're in love.' His mouth twisted cynically. 'The first ofmany times for them both, I have no doubt.' For Spire, perhaps, she thought, hatinghim—hating all the lordlyXandreou males.Butnot steadfastKatie. She had chosen her mateand given her heart. A rejection like this couldscar her for life. She drew an unsteady breath.4 Has Spirohimself no say in all this?' He paused.( He knows he has been at fault.’he said. 'I am the head of our family, and ul-timately he will do as he is told.’ 'A life sentence.’Camilla's tone was biting. NicXandreoushrugged again. 'I have myown plans for Spiro,' he retorted. 'They do notinclude your sister,thespinis.' 'An arranged marriage, no doubt.’It waschilling to have her original fears confirmed. 'A marriage, certainly, based on properfoundations, with real values and a sharedculture.’His profile looked as if it had beencast in bronze. 'Spiro will be a wealthy manone day. He will not throw himself away on thefirst pretty face to catch his eye.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'So, ifKatiewere rich, it would be a dif-ferent story,’Camillasaid bitterly. 'I did not say so. Spiro's wife should, firstly,be a woman of discretion.’ She bit her lip. 'People in love don't alwaysbehave very sensibly. Haven't you ever fallenhead over heels for someone,Mr.Xandreou?Or are you like that bronze statue at the villa-all surface glamour but no heart?' 'You presume altogether too much,thes-pinis.’ His voice was ice. 'And my emotions arenot at issue.’ 'But they must meet—to talk about the baby.You can't prevent their seeing each other forthat.’Camilla said desperately. 'There would be no point.’ 'That's just your opinion. Spiro may haveother ideas,’ she said tautly. 'Katiecertainlywill.’ 'The matter is not open to discussion. You serve no purpose by remaining onKarthos ,thespinis,neither you nor your sister. Go backwhere you belong.’ 'Not untilKatiehas seen Spiro,’ she flungback at him. 'You have no right to keep themapart in this high-handed way. I can under-stand now why "tyrant" is a Greek word,’ sheadded angrily. The first buildings ofKarthos town were be-ginning to line the road. 'We will not discuss my rights, if you please,'NicXandreousaid coldly, 'or call me names.Spiro has no wish to see your sister. In fact, hedoesn't even remember her name, or that sheever existed.' 'I don't believe that.’ Her voice shook.'You're just afraid to let them meet each otheragain. You don't want to lose your influenceover Spiro—or let him lead his own life.’ 'They could meet a dozen times, I promise you, andit would make no difference.'NicXandreouswung the Jeep into the square andbrought it to an abrupt halt outside the hotel. 'Why should I listen to any promise ofyours—or anything you say, for that matter?'Camillafound die passenger door beingwrenched open, and herself being lifted downto the narrow pavement. "Because that bump on the head has givenSpiro amnesia,thespinis.’ His hands were hardon her shoulders. The dark eyes glittered downat her. 'He remembers nothing and no onebefore the accident. Are you satisfied now?' 'Oh, no.'Camillalifted a distressed hand toher mouth, her hazel eyes enormous suddenly.'It can't be true.’ 'You think I would lie about something so serious?' His voice rasped. 'No.’She shook her head.'Oh, God, poorboy.What are we going to do?' 'You will do nothing,' he said. 'I shall nursemy brother back to health and strength alone.' 'That's what you think.’Camillatensed withnew purpose. 'I won't allow you to dismissKatiefrom his life Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • like this.’ He said, 'You think to dictate to me,thes-pinis? A woman, to impose her will onNicXandreou?' He laughed harshly.'Never.’ His hands tightened, and he jerked hertowards him.Camilla's swift yelp of pain as hetouched her grazed arm was as suddenlysilenced by the forceful pressure of his mouthon hers. She felt the cruel dazzle of the sun on herface, beating against her closed eyelids, as hiskiss deepened, taking control, teasing her lipsapart to admit the invasion of his tongue. Her breasts were crushed achingly against hischest. Sherecognised the taut muscularity ofthe body pressed against hers with everyfibreof her being—as if she'd always known in somesecret recess of her soul exactly what it wouldbe like to be inNicXandreou's arms. As ifshe'd been born for this moment alone... Then, with the same suddenness, she wasfree. He was breathing unevenly, the dark gazethat burned into hers as hot and relentless as the Greek sun. He said harshly, 'Don'tcross me again,CamillaDryden—if you know what is good foryou.’ He swung himself lithely back into the Jeep,and drove off, leaving her staring after him, ahand pressed in disbelief to her ravaged mouth. CHAPTER FOUR Camilla'slegs were shaking under her as shemade her way through the restaurant area tothe outside staircase. She'd never been kissed so publicly before.In fact, she hadn't been kissed that much at all, andNic Xandreou'sdeliberate ravishmentof her mouth had been a profound and shat-tering experience. Particularly when conducted under the gazeof the hotel staff and half the population ofKarthos , she thought, shame and resentmentfuelling her anger. She was all too aware of thegrins and nudges between the waiters who werepreparing the tables for dinner. She heardsomeone say, 'Xandreou'swoman’ and laugh. What on earth had possessed him?she ragedinwardly as she went upstairs, avoiding a sullenlook of disapproval fromKostas'swifeMaria,who was hosing down the courtyard. A gesture of contempt, perhaps, for the sisterof a girl who'd allowed herself to be too easilyseduced? Well, he'd misjudged bothKatieandherself, as he'd find out to his cost, shepromised herself wrathfully. And if he imagined he could humiliate herinto running away, he'd think again aboutthat too. In the meantime, she'd decided it was bestforKatieto remain in the dark about what wasgoing on. She would reunite her sister withSpiro somehow, she was determined about that.But it would serve no purpose to worryKatieunnecessarily, for the time being. When she went to the clinic in the morning,she would ask the doctor about Spiro's am-nesia, its treatment and likely duration. At leastthen she'd know what they were dealing with. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • NicXandreou'sintransigence was anothermatter altogether. She'd no idea what could cure that, she thought as she went into thebedroom. The splash of the shower ceased as she en-tered the room, andKatieemerged from thesmall bathroom, a towel wrapped sarong-likearound her, running her hands through herdamp hair. Her eyes widened when she saw her sister. 'Milla—what's happened?' Which particular Incident did she have in mind?Camillaasked herself in silent irony.Aloud she said, 'I did a really stupid thing,love.I hired one of the local scooters, and fell off.' Katielooked horrified, 'But you could havebeen killed.' 'Could have been, but wasn't.'Camillakepther tone light. 'I'm now cured of livingdangerously.' Or I hope I am’, she addedsilently. 'What have you been doing?' 'I slept for ages.'Katiebegantowelling herhair. Then I walked down to the beach andhad a swim. The water was wonderful. Youshould have been with me.’ 'Yes.’Camillacollected a handful of freshundiesand started for the shower. 'I really wish I had been.’ ;The beach was really crowded,’Katiewenton. ‘I kept thinking how wonderful it wouldbe if I looked up and saw Spiro coming towardsme, just like that first time.’ Her voice was verytender, and slightly wistful. 'Falling in love with him was so simple—and right. Now, suddenly,it's all difficult and complicated.' 'But not impossible,’Camillasaid bracingly.'And that's a promise.Now.you decide whatI'm going to have for my first Greek meal.' She paused.'Shall we eat here or at one of thetavernas ?’ ‘Here, I guess,’Katiesounded suddenlylistless, her shoulders slumpeddefeatedly . 'Itdoesn't really matter.’ Camillafelt her hands clench, and wishedthey were fastened roundNicXandreou'sthroat. She showered swiftly, flinching as the watertouched her grazed skinsbut glad at the same time to wash away any lingering contact withNicXandreou'smouth and hands. Althoughthe actual memory of the kiss might not be so easy to dismiss, sherealised unhappily. She dressed in a simple jade-green dress witha full wrap-around skirt, brushing her hair outon to her shoulders. Downstairs,Kostaswelcomed them exuber-antly, and showed them to a table. 'To drink, ladies?'He handed them menus. 'Orange juice for me,' decidedKatie, who'dperked up a little, toCamilla's relief. ‘Andretsinafor my sister.' ‘Good, good,’ he approved. ‘And to eat may Irecommend lamb baked in the oven withtomatoes, garlic and fresh herbs?' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • Both girls agreed that that sounded won-derful, and he went off, bellowing noisy in-structions towards the kitchen. 'What'sretsina ?'Camillaasked sus-piciously, notingKatie's dancing eyes. ‘Resinatedwhite wine.Very Greek.Spirotold me it gets itsflavour from the casks it's stored in. You'll love it,'Katiepromised. At first,Camillafound theflavour odd, buther palate soon adapted, and by the time abeamingKostas brought themappetisers ofdeep-friedkalamari, accompanied bytsatsiki, a dip made from yoghurt and cucumbers, shewas entirely won over. The lamb, which came with sliced fried po-tatoes and green beans, was tender, robustlyflavoured and delicious, andCamillanotedthankfully thatKatieate every scrap of hergenerous helping. Both girls declined the sweetpastries offered for dessert, opting simply forcoffee servedsketo, without sugar. With the coffee came complimentary glassesof a liqueur tasting of tangerines, served byKostaswho informed them that the enter-tainment was about to begin. ‘Tonight,thespinis, wehave live bouzouki, and also dance.’ ‘That sounds like fun.’Katie's face had that wistful look again. ‘Spiro took me to wonderful bouzouki clubs inAthens.’ Camillacouldn't judge the standard of per-formance when the trio of musicians started up,but the music was lively with an infectiousrhythm, and she found herself clapping in timewith the beat along with everyone else at thesurrounding tables. A beamingKostasled off the dancing, withsome of the waiters, moving in a slow, almoststately sequence, in line, their hands resting oneach other's shoulders. 'That's thesyrto,'Katietold her. 'It's in-credibly old and there axe only about six basicsteps, but the leader always supplieshis own variations.’ Like many burly men,Kostas was agile, andlight on his feet, as he dipped and swayed tothe music, sinking down to one knee before leaping upright again. CamillanoticedMariawatching from thehotel doorway, her face sullen and unsmiling.Her whole attitude was in total contrast to herhusband's geniality. If theirs had been anar-dmarriage,Kostasseemed to have theworst of the bargain,Camillathought with faint amusement. The beat of the music had changed, andmore people were joining in the dancing,moving and turning in a chain which woundbetween the tables. Camillashook her head regretfully whenKostasbeckoned. Her bruised side was achingtoo much for that kind of exertion, butKatiejumped up eagerly. 'Do you think you should?'Camillaput outa detaining hand. ‘Just this once.’There were dreams inKatie'seyes. 'It brings back so many memories.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • She was young and healthy,Camillathoughtas she sipped her drink. It was wrong to tryand wrap her in cotton wool. And she neededall the cheering up she could get. Everyone in the restaurant was watching thedancing, absorbed in thecolour andmovement, butCamilla was suddenly awaresomeone waswatching her instead. The music seemed to fade to a distance, andthe dancers became a blur. She put the tinyglass down carefully, because her hand wasshaking, and sent a studiedly casual glance towards the restaurant's trellised entrance. NicXandreouwas standing there, hands onhips. He looked taller than ever in pale greytrousers, and a shirt in the samecolour with asoft, silky sheen. Across the space that dividedthem, his dark eyes met hers in a direct challenge she felt down to her bones,then switchedquite deliberately to whereKatiewas dancing,her face shining with animation. Camillasaw his brows lift, and the faintcontemptuous smile which twisted his mouth,as he registered the scene before him. Heglanced back towards her table. Is this the innocent child, pregnant and broken-hearted?hiscynically accusing gaze demanded, louderthan any words. Then he turned, and vanished back into thedark street as silently as he'd come, Camillafound her heart was hammering, andher mouth suddenly dry. What was he doingthere?she asked herself. If he'd come to seeKatie, he couldn't have chosen a worsemoment. He'd be convinced now that she wasjust another silly, pretty English girl hell-benton a good time. She could have screamed with vexation. The music ended, andKatiereturned,glowing. 'That was wonderful,' she said. 'Spiro wouldbe proud of me.' She gave her sister a swifthug. 'Everything's going to be all right. I knowit is.' Camillareturned her smile, but with con-straint. With a sinking heart, she thought, Iwish I could be so sure. The next morning found her climbing the steepcobbled street that led up through the centreof town to the clinic. To her relief,Katiehad not pressed her in-to accompany her, agreeing to see her later on the beach. Quite apart from her various aches and pains,Camillahad found sleep elusive the previous night. She had lain listening toKatie'sgentle breathing, trying to make plans—to decide principally what to do if the doctorre-fused to help them. It was a possibility she couldn't discount. Hewas clearly a friend of theXandreou family, and might well agree withNicXandreouthatKatiewas a minor indiscretion, easily brushedaside. She sighed as she traversed the crowded pavements, where shop displays overflowed into the open air. She found herself edginground stands of beautifully tooled leather bags,woven rugs in traditional patterns and cas-cades of embroidered linens and wall-hangings.At any other time, she would have lingered fora Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • closer look at the goods on offer, but she hadthe uneasy feeling that there wasn't a second to be lost. NicXandreouwas a powerful man, with theisland in his pocket. And she andKatiewereoutsiders, totally isolated. She couldn't forgetthat for a minute. Nor could she forget the scorch of his kissonher mouth—nor , more fundamentally, hisparting warning. For her own peace of mind,she should keep out ofNicXandreou'sway,and common sense suggested a strategic retreatback toEngland. But, in spite of her personal misgivings, itwasKatie's interests she had to consider, and those of her unborn child.Katiehad come toKarthosto be reunited with the man she loved. And I've promised to help, she thought. Ican't go back on that now simply becauseNicXandreoualarms and disturbs me. The clinic was housed in an old building, itsbell-tower revealing it as a former monastery. But once inside the rather forbidding entranceCamillafound the facilities were a dream ofultra-modernity.Petros , in an immaculate white coat, was standing talking to the recep-tionist, and he came across toCamillaat once. 'How are you today,thespinis?’ His smilewas friendly. 'No ill effects from your fall—noraised temperature, or headaches?' 'I'm a bit stiff and sore, but otherwise fine.I really don't need any antibiotics.' She paused.'But I would like to consult you about some-thing else.' 'Of course.'He opened a door, and wavedher ahead of him.Camillawalked in, andpaused, half dazzled by the blast of strong sun-light which greeted her, turning the rest of thelarge room to shadow. The room was domi-nated, she saw, by a huge desk, and, straightahead of her, long windows stood open, giving access to a walled garden with a colonnadedwalkway, presumably once used by the monks. 'My office,'Petros told her as he closed thedoor. 'For my sins I am also the clinic director.' 'You've certainly chosen the loveliest room.’Camilla looked with open delight at the centralsquare of grass, where a small fountain dancedfrom the cupped hands of a discreetly veiledstone nymph, while surroundingthe fountainwere roses, great, shaggy, untamed masses of itevery shade from crimson and deep cooper to the palest cream. ‘Sit down,thespinis. How may I help you?’ Camillatook adeep breath. 'I want to askyou aboutSpiroXandreou'samnesia,’ she said.'I suppose you know why my sister and I are onKarthos .’ 'The matter has been mentioned.’The doc-tor's face was discreetly enigmatic. ‘Then we're very much at your mercy.Please—how long will it be before Spiro re-members things again?' He shook his head. 'You ask me somethingI cannot answer. Sometimes the conditionchanges slowly. In other cases, a jog to thememory can restore it suddenly and com-pletely.’ He sighed. 'But Spiro fights his con-dition. It frightens him torealise that much ofhis past has become a blank, and this increaseshis confusion.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • Camillagrimaced. 'Then my visit yesterdayreally didn't help. I wish I'd been told whatwas wrong.’ 'The family does not wish his condition gen-erally known. This is a small island with simplepeople. A broken leg is understood, somethingin the mind less so.' Camillanodded. 'You mentioned a jog tohis memory.Do you think, maybe, seeing mysister again could be just the jolt he needs?’ Petros'sface sobered. 'It is certainlypossible,’ he said, after a pause. 'Then can you arrange it?' He spread his hands in apology. 'I regret itis not permitted.Nic —KyriosXandreou—hasgiven orders that neither you nor your sister isto be admitted to the villa, or allowed to seeSpiro. I'm sorry.' 'Oh, God.'Camilla, speaking through grittedteeth, hardlyrecognised her own voice.'Thebastard.' She remembered the searing pressure of hismouth on hers and thought, Judas. Petroslooked shocked. 'You must not saysuch a thing,thespinis. You do not under-stand. SinceNic was quite young, he has had to be the patriarch to his family, and it has not been easy. He seeks only to protect them.' Hepaused, looking uncomfortable. 'Perhaps to keepthem from mistakes that he knows will only lead to great unhappiness.’ 'I'm sure the mightyMr.Xandreouhas neverput a foot wrong in his life,’Camillasaid bit-terly. 'He's the golden boy through andthrough.’ The doctor shook his head. 'Not always,thespinis,'he corrected gently. 'The loss of hisparents—then his marriage, and the death ofhis wife—all these were tragedies for him. Andthey have left their mark, I think.’ Camillagasped. 'He's a widower?' she askedhuskily. It was the last thing she'd expected tohear. She bit her lip, remembering how she'daccused him of being without a heart—without feeling. Clearly that had not been true—once.But surely it should make him more under-standing ofKatieand Spiro... She said, 'Couldn't you talk to him—froma medical point of view? Convince him thatlettingKatiesee Spiro would be worth tryingat least?' 'I can try,’ he said. 'But I guarantee nothing.Nicis my friend—and a friend to everyone onKarthos.’ He gestured around him wryly. 'Heprovided this clinic at his own expense. But,like his father and grandfather before him, heis an autocrat. His word has always been law,and he expects no argument with his decisions.’ Camillagot to her feet. 'Then perhaps it'stime there was,’ she returned crisply. His brows rose. 'You are a brave woman,thespinis.'The internal telephone rang on hisdesk, and he lifted the receiver. As he listened,Camillasaw him begin to frown. He saidsomething quietly in his own language, andrang off. He said, 'Thereis something I must see to,thespinis,if you'll excuse me.’ He paused,looking faintly Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • embarrassed.£ I hope I mayyou some coffee before you go?' 'There's no need.'Camillahesitated,glancing at her watch. 'No, it is my pleasure. One moment only,please.' The door closed behind him. Camillawalked over to the window, andlooked out. The sun-warmed scent of the roses,carried on the faint breeze, seemed to fill theroom. Their fragrance andcolour caught at her throat - lifted her heart. She thought,I was right to come here. He'smade no promises, but at least he's held out aglimmerof hope. She heard the door behind her open again. She said, 1 can't tell you how grateful I am.I'm sure, between us, we can persuadeMrXandreouto change his mind.’ ‘Such certainty,thespinis .'The silkenmockery of an all too familiar voice assailedher ears. 'Now I wouldn't count on a thing.' For a moment,Camillastood, frozen to thespot,then slowly she turned and looked acrossthe shadows of the room to the tall man who stood by the doorway. Blocking, sherealised ,her means of retreat. ‘Kalimera,’ saidNicXandreou, and smiled CHAPTER FIVE Camillasaid, 'What are you doing here?' 'I knew you were due to seePetrosDerouladeshere this morning.' The dark gazewent over her coolly, absorbing the pale bluebutton-through dress, as if its chain-store ori-gins were quite apparent to him. 'I thought perhaps we should talk—on neutral territory,' 'And he just went along withit .’ she saidbitterly. 'You must not blame poorPetros ,' he said.'I have—a certain influence here.' 'So he told me.'Camilladrew a breath.'You're quite the philanthropist,MrXandreou.Someone should have told you that charitybegins at home.’ 'Which is exactly what I wish to discuss.' Hemoved to the desk and sat on the corner of it, lithe and relaxed. 'Won't you sit down again?' 'I'll stay where I am,’ she said curtly. 'Areyou telling me you're prepared to lift your em-bargo onKatie's visiting Spiro?' 'No,’ he said. 'I'm sure you know better thanthat.' 'Then there's no more to be said.' Shewalked past him to the door, head held high, and twisted the Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • heavy carved handle withmounting frustration. He said, 'Save your energy,thespinis. There is a securitydevice in operation.' So, for the moment she was trapped. There-alisationdried her mouth. She looked at himlounging there, totally the master of the situ-ation, and anger shook her voice. 'Will you let me out of here?' 'When you have heard what I have to say.' 'I'm not interested,'Camillasaid huskily.'Until your attitude changes overKatie, there is nothing to discuss.' 'We will see.' The dark eyes were hooded,enigmatic. 'Where is your sister?' 'At the hotel.'Camillalooked at her watchagain. 'And she'll be wondering where I am.’ His mouth twisted. 'I am sure she will havefound entertainment.' 'What do you mean by that?9 'As you know.I saw her dancing last night.'His smile was edged. 'She seems to have an af-finitywithmy countrymen.An uninhibited performance.’ 'Then your brother must be a good teacher,’she returned, refusing to take the obvious bait.'He showed her all the steps in person.’ Onemark to our side, she told herself silently as shesaw his lips tighten. She hurried into speech. 'As a matter ofinterest, why was he working in that res-taurant? It seems an odd way for a futuremillionaire to earn a crust.’ 'You think a man should take his inheritancewithout effort—without responsibility?' His voice was suddenly harsh. 'That he shouldenjoy the fruits, and remain in ignorance of how the harvest has been grown?' He shookhis head. 'No, Spiro will work, as I have done,in every branch of our business undertakings,and at every level, from the lowliest menial jobto top administration.’ He paused. 'Good management comes from knowledge andunderstanding.’ 'Of which you have so much, of course.’ It nettled her that what he was saying made somuch sense; that he was determined not to let Spiro degenerate into just another member ofthe idle rich. 'SoAthenswas just part of themenial phase.’ 'Yes, but don't pity him too much. There areworse jobs, I promise you,' he addedsardonically. She could believe it, although for the life ofher she couldn't imagineNicXandreouhimself,in spite of his claims, waiting on tables, oremptying garbage. Someone would have beenaround to flatten his path, and make sure hedidn't roughen his hands too much on his wayto the boardroom. She found herself suddenly remembering those hands as they'd touched her. Powerful, she thought, and strong as steel, but the longfingers strangely sensitive. Her own were small and workmanlike, asthey'd had to be. She found she was spreadingthem against the Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • door behind her, as if seekingreassurance from its solidity and weight. She said, 'Andyour sisterArianna —will shetake her turn as a chambermaid?’ 'No. For a woman, it is different.' She thought,Not where I come from. Aloud, she said, 'AndI suppose you have anice dynastic marriage worked out for her too.’She shook her head. 'Don't you ever get tiredof dominating people—controlling their lives?' He said tautly, 'I care for my family,thespinis. I am responsible for them, and for all those who depend on me. I cannot afford tobecome weary or indifferent to these responsibilities.’ 'AndArianna's just content to—go with the flow.’Camillafound it hard to believe. She re-membered the petulance in the dark eyes, thesullen curve to the girl's mouth. 'She knows where her duty lies,' he returnedflatly. 'And so does Spiro. So, do not hope, orallow your sister to do so. She has no place inhis life.’ 'And ifArianna were in the same situation Mr. Xandreou—what then?' shedemanded. She looked at him, and he was darkness against the brilliance of the sun. He said softly, 'I would find the man, andkill him with my own hands.’ The words died away, but their menace re-mained almost tangibly. It was suddenly dif-ficult to breathe. She needed air, and she ran,almost stumbling in her haste to the open glassdoors and the escape they seemed to offer. But even that was an illusion. The gardenwas totally enclosed in its high walls. The heat beat down on her like a clenchedfist. The scent of roses was almost over-powering, and the air was heavy with the humof working bees, and the ceaseless rasp ofunseen cicadas. She walked to the fountain, andlet the cool water play on her wrists, as shestrove to calm her errant pulses. This might have been a monastery once, shethought, her heart hammering unsteadily, but there'd been something altogether older andmore primitive than Christianity in that roomjust then. And it was around her now, in thisblazing sun, and bleached walls, reminding herthatGreecewas a country where once pagan gods had ruled with their own savage codes ofblood and vengeance. She'd come toKarthos as a latter-dayavenging Fury, but now the tables were turned,and in some strange way she was the quarry,not the pursuer. In one shady comer, she saw the spreadingbranches and glossy leaves of a laurel. Apollo'stree, she thought. Sacred to him because it wassupposed to hold the spirit of a girl he'dloved—the river nymph Daphne who'd runfrom him, and turned herself to wood to escapecapture. Had she hated him or simply been afraid ofthe power he exerted? Either way,Camillacould understand that kind of desperation.Because her own dark Apollo had followed hernow, and was standing watching her, hands onhips. He was more formally dressed than shehad ever seen him, but he'd discarded the Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • jacketof his light suit, and the sleeves of his whiteshirt had been turned back to reveal his tannedforearms. His tie, too, had been loosened, asif he'd grown impatient with its constriction.As if the normal trappings ofcivilisation wereonly a veneer, easily discarded.As well theymight be... His gaze was almost meditative, lingering onthe loose waves of her chestnut hair, the quiver of her parted lips, and the thrust of her roundedbreasts against the thin material of her dress. She was covered from throat to knee, but shemight as well have been naked, she realized dazedly. She'd never been so physically aware of anymaninher life before, or so helpless in con-trolling her own reactions. She was actually be-ginning to shake under the dark intensity of his eyes. The silence between them was charged—dangerous. She took a step back, and found herselfcaught fast, anchored to the spot by the trailingbriar of a bush of deep crimson roses, ‘Oh, no.' She twisted, struggling to freeherself, shying away with a yelp asNic walkedacross to her. 'I can manage.’ Her voicesounded oddly breathless. 'Keep still, and don't be a fool,' he cau-tioned sharply. ‘I don'tneed another torngarment of yours laid to my account.' With in-finite care, he detached her skirt from theclinging tendrils. 'Nor any further marks on your skin,' he added quietly. 'Thank you.'Camillaswallowed, smoothingthe snagged fabric over her thighs. 'Parakalo.1There was a note of veiledamusement in his voice. He leaned past her,deftly picking a rose, a folded bud of darkvelvet, from the offending bush. 'So soft,ne?’His voice was almost teasing.'So beautiful.'He brushed the dusky petalsagainst her cheek. 'So exquisitely scented.’ Therose touched the corner of her startled mouth,forcing a gasp from her. 'But beware,’ he addedsilkily. 'Like a woman, this beauty hides sharpthorns.’ He was altogether too close to her. She couldalmost feel the warmth of his body, as if hewere touching her in earnest, drawing heragainst him, holding her near. Instead of just—strokingher with thatdamned flower. He was brushing it against thepulse in her throat now, and down to thedemure rounded neckline of her dress. Anddown further to the first soft swell of herbreasts... She could feel herself shivering suddenly, hernipples hardening in anticipation against the thin, revealing fabric. Oh, God, she thought. What am I doing?What's happening to me? He was playing some kind of game with her,and she knew it, even if she didn’t fully under-stand what it was. She was supposed to be thecool one, the girl who was practical and incharge, and she couldn't allow him to destroyher equilibrium like this. Because, like him, she was the head of herfamily, and she had to face Mm, challenge himon equal terms. She stepped away, deliberately out of range.'Did you arrange this interview just to discuss horticulture? Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • ‘Is that what we were doing? It was not mypurpose—however enjoyable.’ He paused, thedark eyes glinting, letting her know he'd beenwell aware of her body's involuntary reaction to his teasing. He was still holding the rose,turning it slowly inhis fingers. He said, 'I havea business proposition to put to you.' 'Oh.’Camillastiffened. 'What kind ofproposition?' 'A financial deal.Irealise on reflection that I was over-ready to dismiss your claims. Butyour appearance at my home took me by sur-prise, you understand.' "You thoughtKatiewould just let Spirovanish from her life?' she asked incredulously.'That she'd make no effort to find him?' He shrugged. 'She would not be the first tofind that a holiday amour can have—reper- cussions. She might have decided to cut herlosses—put it down to experience.’ "But it wasn't like that,’ she said desperately. She beat her clenched fist into the palm of herother hand. 'I wishKatiewere here to convince you.’ 'It would prove nothing.’ He paused again.'Would she have been so anxious to trace mybrother, I wonder, if he'd been simply a waiterin a restaurant? If he hadn't told her that hewas aXandreou ?' 'She didn't believe his claims,’ she saidwearily. 'And now?' 'Nothing has changed,’Camillahesitated. ‘I've mentioned nothing about you, Spiro, the villa—any of it.’ 'Why not?' 'To protect her from the hurt of knowingshe's not considered good enough for yourfamily.’ His mouth tightened. 'Do you have no man to speak for you?’he asked.'No father—nobrothers?' 'We're alone.’ 'Then any negotiation must be with you.’ Hepaused. 'I am prepared on certain conditionsto settle a sum of money on your sister, which,suitably invested, will provide support for her child. Camillatensed. 'Conditions?' she repeated.'What conditions?' 'They are simple,' he said. 'She will receivethe money through an agreement drawn up byour respective lawyers only if she promises toleaveKarthos immediately, and makes no at-tempt to contact Spiro in the future.’ She couldn't believe what she was hearing.NicXandreouwas proposing to writeKatieoutof Spiro's life, as if she were some unim-portant tax loss. She said, 'And if Spiro himself tries tocontact her—when he recovers?' 'He will not.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • A few brief words, she thought shakily, topass sentence of death on a love-affair. She said, too evenly, 'Assimple as that.’ 'That's how it has to be,’ he said.'Or nodeal.I want the matter over, before more harmis done. And be thankful I offer this much,’he added icily. 'I saw her last night at theDionysius. If she behaved with equal freedominAthens, Spiro may not be the only candidatefor the fatherhood of her baby.’ Camilla's face flamed. 'How dare you saysuch a thing?' 'Because it's true,’ he flung back at her. 'Sheis no saint. Like all the rest, she comes toGreecelooking for romance—a little ad-venture with a man. And you,Camilla, youare no different either.’ He tossed the rose away from him suddenly,as if it had burned his hand. 'Let us speak thetruth to each other—the truth our bodies havealready uttered. If I wanted you, I could takeyou, and we both know it.’ His words fell into a hot and stinging silence. The blood was pounding inCamilla's head.She drew back her arm, and slapped him hardacross the face. His head fell back in shock,and he swore briefly and violently in Greek, ashis hand went up to touch his bruised cheekbones. She saw anger and disbelief flare in his eyes,then he reached for her, and she dodged pasthim, and ran for the open glass doors. Although there was no sanctuary there in thelocked and shadowed room, she thought, herheart pounding as sherealised he was comingafter her. No friendly laurel treeeither totransform andprotect her from his pursuit. But, like a small miracle, the office door was standing open. And there were people there—Petros Deroulades, and beside himAriannaXandreou, their faces pictures of sheerastonishment. Camillasaid breathlessly,'Kalimera?and kept running. Her legs were still shaking under her whenshe arrived back at the hotel. Fortunately she'd managed to hail a cruising taxi just outside theclinic, and she huddled in its back seat, re-sisting the impulse to peer over her shoulder tosee ifNicXandreouwas still chasing her. She found herself wondering, absurdly, whatwould have happened if the original nymph hadstood her ground and cracked Apollo as hardas she could. Maybe he'd have abandoned hisseduction, and she could have gone on happilyswimming in her river. And maybe not.It was never a good thingto crossthe ancient gods.OrNicXandreou,for that matter, although his slap across theface had been fully deserved. Presumably he was so used to women goingdown like ninepins under the force of his sexualcharisma that he'd taken her compliance forgranted. Well, he could nurse therealisation that hewas wrong about her along with his bruisedface. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • He waswrong, too, if he thought thatKatiecould simply be bought off. There isn't enough money inthe world,Mr.Xandreou, she thought savagely as she paid offthe taxi driver. Mariawas at Reception when she called forthe room key. The older woman gave her a venomous look, then disappeared behind thebeaded curtain behind the desk which led tothe family quarters. A moment later,Kostasappeared, wiping his moustache. His normaldazzling smile had disappeared, and his ex-pression seemed stuck at some halfway markbetween wariness and embarrassment. 'KyriaDryden.’ He weighed the key in hishand. 'I regret there is a problem.A mistakein reservations. Your room is needed for otherpeople—a prior booking, you understand. Imust ask you to vacate it tomorrow.’ Camillafelt as if she'd beenpoleaxed . 'But you can't do that. We have a fortnight'sbooking, paid in advance,' she protested. He spread his hands in a sketch of anapology. 'All your money will be refunded. Iam sorry for the inconvenience.' 'Inconvenience, you call it.'Camilla's voiceshook. She was angrily aware thatMariawas watching with sour triumph from behind thecurtain. 'If you've made a mistake, the leastyou can dois find us another room.' Kostaslookeduneasier than ever. 'Thatwould be difficult for me,thespinis. I don'twant trouble. It would be better if you leftKarthos, I think. Take the ferry—go toZakynthos. I have a friend with a hotel inAlikes —very pretty, very quiet.’ 'Oh, I see.'Camillawas getting more furiousby the second. 'You don't just want us out ofthe hotel but off the island too. Tell me,Kostas,wouldMr.NicXandreouhave any hand inthis?' A dull flush showed under his skin.‘Thespinis,this is not easy for me, but it is im-possible you stay in my hotel. I give you backyour money, and you go,ne?’ Camillapicked up her key with all the dignityshe could assume. She said, "Don't worry. Wewouldn't dream of staying on.’ She was near to tears as she went upstairs.She hadn't escaped fromNieXandreouat all,nor scored even a moral victory. That had beenillusion. Even at a distance he had the power to harm her. One phone call from the clinic was all it had taken.An act of spiteful retaliation for that slapon the face. AndKostas, like a good vassal,was carrying out the orders from his overlord.I should have kept my temper, she beratedherself as she unfastened the shutters andstepped out on to the balcony. Let him think Iwas prepared to negotiate.Bought us somemore time here.Now I've blown it completely.We'll have to go back toEngland, shethought, and get the best legal advice we canafford.Which means thatKatie's love-affair isgoing to be distorted into a sordid wrangle overchild support.And Spiro, in his blank, con- fused world, won't even know. And now she would have to findKatieandbreak the bad news to her—all of it. She was turning away, when she saw a fam-iliar figure walk into the restaurant area below,and stand Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • looking round her, hand on hip, headarrogantly high. AriannaXandreou, she thought. Sent by bigbrother to check we've got our inarchingorders. She picked up the silk blouse she'dlaundered the night before, and left the bedroom. On the stairs, she metArianna on her wayup. The Greek girl treated her to a mischievoussmile. 'So,' she said. 'You called up the storm andsurvived. I am all admiration.’ 'Oh.'Camillapaused, taken aback. 'You—you know what happened?' 'Noteverything, and I did not dare ask. Idon't have your courage,po,po ,po . Mybrother is not accustomed to opposition.’ 'Then he'll have to get used to it.'Camilladrew a furious breath. 'Because I'll go onfighting him every step of the way—even if hedoes get me deported fromKarthos . And youcan tell him so.’ Ariannashrugged a slim shoulder. 'I don'tthink so,' she saiddrily . 'But what is this"deport"? You are leavingKarthos ?' 'Not of my own free will.’Camillabit herlip. 'Your brother tried to buy us off, and whenI—refused he instructed the hotel to throw usout. We're homeless as from tomorrow.’ Arianna'sbrows snapped together. She saidflatly, ‘No,Nic would not do such a thing. Hewould despise it. It is the action of a man witha small mind, and though he has many faultshe is not that.’ 'ButKostasdidn't deny it when I asked ifyour brother was involved,'Camillaargued.'And I did make him very angry.’ 'Yes.'Arianna's tone gloated. 'More angrythan I can remember. With Spiro there areoften explosions. ButNic —always he stays ascold as ice. So it is good for him that someonedoes not do as he wants—and even better whenthat someone is a woman.’ She nodded. 'Come,we will talk together.’ Camillahung back. ‘I don't want you to getinto trouble with your—family.’ Arianna'ssmile was impish. 'No problem.And you need me,CamillaDryden, if yoursister is to see Spiro—and make him remember.’ Astounded,Camillafound herself seated ata table, sipping iced peach juice, fresh andtangy in tall glasses. She said in a low voice, 'You mean you'reprepared to help?But why?’ Ariannashrugged. 'Spiro is my brother, andI love him. I want him to be happy, but in hisown way, not that ofNic ,' she added emphati-cally. 'And maybe, one day, you can also helpme,ne?’ 'If I can, perhaps,’Camillaagreed warily.The lovelyArianna was clearly up to something,but she couldn't figure out what it was. 'SoNic offered you money.' ‘Yes.’Camilla flushed stormily at the memory. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • ‘Do not blame him too much,’Arianna said calmly. ‘Life, I think, has taught him that everything and everyone has a price. But you refused him?’ Camilladrank some peach juice. ‘Not in so many words,’ she said guardedly. ‘I just - lost my temper.’ ‘That is good.’Arianna gave a vigorous nod.‘Because that gives you an excuse to stay - to have more discussions withNic .’ ‘I don’t think so,’Camillapaused. ‘Your brother won’t want to see me again.’ Ariannasmiled. ‘No?’ she glanced pastCamilla. ‘See for yourself.’ Camillatwisted round in her chair in time toseeNicXandreou, with a face like thunderstride under the vine-clad archway, and head straight for their table. The storm she'd summoned up was aboutto break. CHAPTER SIX Camillapushed her chair back and got to herfeet, aware that she was trembling. 'Come to evict us in person,MrXandreou?'she challenged as he reached them. NicXandreoufrowned, his dark gaze stormyas it flicked over her.'No,thespinis, to findmy sister.’He looked down atArianna who wastoying with the straw in her glass. 'I saw yourcar in the square,’ he said flatly. 'What are youdoing here?' Ariannashrugged. 'I decided to saveKyriaDrydenthe trouble of returning the shirt youlent her.’ She held up the garment in question. ‘Yes.’ he acknowledged after a brief pause.'I remember.' It occurred toCamillaexactly what he wasrecalling to mind, and sudden warmth invadedher face. 'And now we are having a farewell drinktogether,’ the Greek girl added pointedly. NicXandreouturned back toCamilla. 'Youare truly leaving?' He had the unmitigated gall to sound sur-prised.Camilla's gaze dwelt vengefully on thereddened mark on his cheek. Her only regretwas that she hadn't given him a black eye. She said, clearly and coldly, 'You shouldknow,kyrie. You arranged it?afterall.' 'I?' His frown deepened. 'Naturally Iwelcome the wisdom of your decision, but whathas it to do with me?' 'Because of you,Camillaand her sister havebeen told to leave the hotel,'Arianna supplied. 'Nonsense.'He gaveCamillaan ironic look.'You credit me with more influence than Ipossess,thespinis.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'Naturally you'd deny it,' she returned tautly. 'I am not in the habit of lying.' His mouthtightened. 'Nor have I reason to do so.However I will speak to KostasPhilippidessoyou may judge for yourself.' Kostasarrived, his face sullen.Camillacouldunderstand little of the conversation which fol-lowed, but the hotel-keeper was clearly on thedefensive, hands waving as he gesticulatedangrily towards the hotel. Nicdismissed him with obvious impatience,and gaveCamillaa grim look. ‘It isMaria, hiswife, who demands your departure,thespinis. Because of you, a member of her family hasbeen insulted, and she refuses, in consequence,to allow you to stay.' 'Because of me?'Camillasank back into herchair. 'But that's ridiculous. I've done nothing.' 'You hired a scooter,'Nic reminded her. Hesighed angrily, 'I spoke toAndonis about it-warned him he would be reported to the policeif he continued to rent out machines in thatcondition.’ His mouth twisted. 'It was not a friendly interview.’ 'Andonisis related toMaria?'Camillaaskedblankly. 'Her nephew.'He paused. 'Another workshere as a waiter.’ 'Yes,’ she said. He told me how to find you,she thought. And he was the one who called'Xandreou's woman' after me yesterday. 'Andonishas complained to his aunt. Shewitnessed your return to the hotel yesterday, itseems, and has toldKostasyou are a trouble-maker and also morally suspect.’ 'But that's absurd.’Camillapressed herhands to her hot face as the memory of thatparting insult of a kiss tormented her oncemore. 'She wouldn't turn us out—just for that,surely?' Nicshrugged. 'She has lived all her life onKarthos,' he said flatly. 'It does little tobroaden the mind, believe me. But the rootcause of her anger is my threat toAndonis . I have assuredKostasyou are blameless, butMariahas a bad temper and a wicked tongue, and his life will be a misery to him unless he carries out her wishes.’ ‘So, in fact it is true.Camillaand her sisterare being turned out of the hotel because of you!'Arianna exclaimed, her eyes glinting. 'I suppose—yes.’Hegestured angrily. 'ButI could not know that my words withAndoniswould have such a repercussion.’ Ariannaleaned back in her chair. 'Then wemust make amends,Nic .’ 'What do you mean?' His tone was biting. She looked back at him blandly. 'We cannotlet two girls, one of them pregnant, be turnedon to the streets. We are responsible, my brother, so we must help.’ She paused. "Theymust stay with us at the Villa Apollo.’ CamillaheardNic's sharp intake of breath,and froze in shock. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'No,' they both said, in sharp and explosiveunion. Ariannalaughed. 'So, you agree on some-thing, if only to disagree.’ She lifted a gracefulshoulder. 'But I think there is no choice.’ She paused.'If not the villa, then the sea house. It is never used, andSoula can look after them.’ "There's no need,'Camillaprotested into aloaded silence. 'All we need is another hotelroom somewhere…’ 'That is not so easy.’Arianna pulled a face.'Karthosis full at this season. And, besides,what has happened to you is an outrage againstphiloxenia—the welcome we Greeks give to thestrangers among us.’ She turned toNic . 'Tellher, brother.’ He looked as if he'd been carved from stone.'Ariannais right,’ he said icily. 'You have been wronged because of me, and I must make rep-aration. I offer you our—hospitality for the re-mainder of your stay.’ She said between her teeth, 'I'd rather sleepon the beach.’ 'But that would not be good for your sister,’Ariannapointed out. 'Also the tourist policedo not allow. Better you come to us.’ There was a silence.Nic's face was ex-pressionless, butCamillahad the sensation ofharsh emotion barely under control. At last, he said tautly, 'The sea house is at your disposal,thespinis. You will be trans-ferred there tomorrow.' He paused. 'It is at adistance from the Villa Apollo, so we shall beable to respect each other's privacy.' The warning was unequivocal,Camillarealised. The villa and Spiro were still strictlyout of bounds. ‘I understand.' She lifted her chin. ‘I thought you would.'Nic nodded curtly.'Now I shall go and make the necessary ar-rangements.’ He looked at his sister. 'And you,Arianna?' 'I have still some shopping.' Her face was guileless 'Then I'll see you later.’ His tone was clippedas his glance flicked once more toCamilla,'Untiltomorrow, thespinis?’ Camillawatched his tall figure stride away,and collapsed back in her chair. She said wanly,'Arianna, you've put me in an impossible pos-ition. I—we can't accept this offer.’ 'You wish to stay onKarthos ,ne?’Arianna'ssmile was cat-like. 'Then that is the importantthing—not your pride, or even this quarrel withNic, which made him hold his hand to his face when he followed you from the garden today.’she added slyly. Camillabit her lip. 'Your brother and I arebetter apart,believe me,’ she saidconstrictedly . Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'So, the sea house will be perfect.’Ariannasaid with a shrug.'BecauseNic never goesthere.It was where he spent his honeymoon,so it has bad memories for him.’ 'Oh, God.’Camillasaid huskily. 'This getsworse all the time.Katieand I are the leastpeople he'd want in a place with such—personal associations.’ 'All the more reason for him to keep away,’Ariannareturned caustically. 'AndSoula willbe happy to have someone to look after again.She was our nurse when we were children, andhas been with us inAmerica andAustralia, soshe speaks English.’ She leaned forward, eyesgleaming. 'And once you are living in the seahouse it can be arranged for your sister andSpiro to see each other again. No problem.’ She pushed back her chair. 'Now it would be goodifKatieand Imet,ne?’ Camillasaid mechanically, 'Yes, of course.We'll go and find her.’ Her legs were shaking as she got to her feet.The full implications of what she'd agreed towere just starting to sink in. She was about tobecome the guest ofNicXandreou, resident onhis property, if not actually under his roof. 'No problem'. The phrase—the Greekpanacea for everything—echoed mockingly inher mind. Camillashivered inwardly. My God, shethought, if onlyit were true. They foundKatieon the beach. She listened ingrave silence whileCamilla, with certainprudent exceptions, recounted everything thathad happened since their arrival onKarthos . Katiewent very white when she heard thedetails of Spiro's accident, and its effects, but seemed to acceptArianna's assurance that hewas expected to recover fully in time. ‘ButI should be with him,’ she said anxiously. ‘He needs me.’ 'Of course.’Ariannapatted her arm. 'Un-fortunately, little one, we now have to per-suade mystubborn older brother too.’ Katiegave her a wavering smile. The two girlshad taken to each other on sight, rather toCamilla's surprise.Arianna was light yearsahead ofKatiein sophistication, and,Camillasuspected, guile. They shouldn't have had athought in common.However... ‘A young sister.’Ariamiahad laughed.'Justwhat I always wanted.Spiro told me I wouldlove you.’ 'He spoke about me?'Katieasked wistfully. 'Of course.He knew I would be happy for him.’Arianna sighed. 'ButMe was a differentstory.’ She shook her head.'My God, what aquarrel.The whole ofKarthos must have heard it.’ Katielooked troubled. 'Spiro told me there might be—difficulties.’ 'My brothers have always fought.’Ariannasaid serenely. 'It's nothing. ButNic has strongviews on marriage. He says like must marry like, or there can be no happiness. And he'dplanned a bride for Spiro,’ she added almostcasually. 'Already there'd been discussions withthe girl's family, so he was not pleased when Spiro said he'd made his own choice.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'After all, it was only whatNic had donehimself, as Spiro was quick to remind him.’ Shepulled a face. 'He was so angry. Even after fiveyears, there is still pain for him when he remembers.’ 'Well, that's understandable,’Camillasaidconstrictedly. AlthoughNicXandreouwashardly the pattern of the grieving widower, shethought, wondering what his wife had beenlike. Some gentle doe-eyed Greek girl, no doubt,who'd treated him like a god. She said, 'If he wants this marriage so much,why doesn't he marry the girl himself?' and wassurprised at the sharpness in her voice. Ariannaashrugged. 'There is a saying,ne,that once burned you fear the fire?' Her smilewas worldly. 'Besides,Nic amuses himself verywell. There is a girl inAthens, and another, Ithink, inNew York. Why should he choose onedish, when a banquet is waiting?' Why indeed?Camillathought hollowly. She got to her feet. 'I'd better start packing ifwe're moving tomorrow.’ ‘Shall I help?’ Katiesat up. ‘No, stay where you are.'Camillaforced asmile. 'Enjoy the sun.’ 'And I will stay too,’Arianna said.( We willtalk,Katiemou,become friends as well assisters. Make Spiro happy.' Ariannacertainly knew the right things tosay,Camillathought as she walked back to thehotel. And she was clearly going to be an im-portant ally in the battle to reunite Spiro andKatie. So why do I feel there's more going on thanmeets the eye?she wondered restively. Bewarethe Greeks when they come bearing gifts. Thatwas the old saying, although it seemed un-grateful to remember it. The hotel seemed totally deserted as she threaded her way between the tables inthecourtyard, but she had the oddest feeling thatshe was being watched as she went up theoutside stairway to the room. She glanced backover her shoulder, but could see no one.Perhaps the malignantMaria's evil eye was op- erating at a distance, she thought, deridingherself for being over-fanciful. The room was cool and shady, the shuttersclosed, and the thin tan-coloureddrapes drawntoo.Camilla reluctantly lifted the empty caseson to one of the beds. She hadn't bargainedfor packing up so soon. But then, if she washonest, she hadn't envisaged anything that hadbefallen her onKarthos so far.Anything—or anyone. The image ofNicXandreourose in her mind so clearly and sharply that he might have beenthere, standing in the small shadowy roombeside her. So near that she had only to turnto touch him—to feel the warmth of his skinunder her hand... She felt her whole body clench in a suddenshock of sheer yearning, and stopped, ap-palled at herself. What was the matter with her? How could she let her mind stray like this, indirections which should have been—and had to be—strictly taboo? Just remember, she adjured herself savagely,that you're not alone. Exactly the same fan-tasies are probably being indulged inAthensandNew Yorkat this very moment—andthey're only the ones you know Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • about. Xandreou'swomen, she thought with con-tempt, marching into the little shower-room, and turning on the water. She needed to coo!off. To remember her pride and washNicXandreouout of her mind and senses, shethought as she pulled off her clothes andstepped under the shower, lifting her face to the full force of the water. She felt refreshed and more in control of hererrant senses when she emerged, the envel-oping towel anchored sarong-like just above herbreasts, her hair hanging damply to hershoulders. The rap on the bedroom door startled her.Katiewas back sooner than she'd suspected.Judging by the way they'd had their heads together, she'd imagined that her sister andAriannawere on the beach for the duration, she thoughtdrily as she opened the door. But the smile died on her lips when she sawwho was standing there. ItwasMaria's nephew, the one who waitedon tables. But out of uniform now—and outfor mischief, her brain telegraphed the swiftwarning. The smile that slid over her wasknowing—insolent, and she wished to God shewere wearing more than just a wet towel. She said curtly, 'Yes? What do you want?' 'I came to visit you,thespinis.' He peeredpast her. 'You are alone?' 'Yes, and I don't want company.' She triedto push the door shut, but he was too quickfor her, shouldering his way into the room. 'Unless it'sNicXandreou,ne? Tomorrowyou go_ to him—live in his house—sleep in hisbed. You thought no one would know?' Thesmile became a leer as he studied her shockedexpression. 'Xandreouhimself has toldKostasFhilippidesthat you are leaving, and where yougo.’ His voice became insinuating. 'You shouldthank me,thespinis,, for telling you where tofind him.' 'You've already been thanked.’ She wasfrightened now, but determined not to show it.'Now get out before I tell your aunt.’ 'You think she cares?’He laughed. 'Sheknows what you are. A little English whore towarmXandreou's bed. But he is not the onlyman onKarthos .’ He took a step nearer, thedark eyes hot and greedy on her bare shouldersand the first swell of her breasts above thetowel. 'Who would know if I also tasted the honeyXandreou has chosen for himself?' 'I would know.’NicXandreou'svoice wasicily grim as he appeared with devastating sud-denness in the doorway behind them.'And alsohow to punish such a thief.’ 'KyriosNicos.’ The young Greek's swarthyskin was tinged with grey, and his tongue ranround his lips. ‘I—I meant nothing. It was a joke…’ He slid out into the passage, almostflatteninghimselfintoinvisibility inhiseagerness to escape. NicXandreoufollowed, andCamillaheardthe sound of a scuffle, a thud and a yelp ofpain before he returned, rubbing his knuckles. 'You—hit him?'Camillaasked faintly. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • Nicshrugged. 'He has a sore mouth,' hecountered flatly. 'He will think before using itto insult another woman.’ 'But nothing actually happened,' she pro-tested, relief warring with mortification inside her. 'No thanks to you.’ He looked her over, hisbrows snapping together ominously. 'Are youquite mad to permit such a one as that to enteryour room—when you're unclothed? Orperhaps he was welcome.’ His voice hardened. 'Maybe my own arrival was the real intrusion.’ 'How dare you?'Camillaflared. 'You knowthat isn't true.’ 'What do I know?' The dark eyes glitteredat her as he put a wry hand to his cheek. 'Youdid not offer him the treatment yougayeme.’ 'I didn't get the chance,’Camillasaid crossly.'And I thought itwasKatieat the door, or I'dnever have opened it. I never dreamed it wouldbe him—or that he'd think…’ She halted,aware that she was blushing. 'Well, you heard him.' 4Yes.' He was silent for a moment. That waswhy I came back—to tell you that it might notbe safe for you to remain here tonight. Thatthere might be some form of harassment.’ 'What made you think that?' His mouth twisted. 'An absurdity. I thought—it was almost as if I heard you call out—cry for help.’ You did,Camillathought with horror as sheremembered how she'd conjured up his image,here inthis room.But not in fear?she musedwith a shiver. 'So I thought it best to return,' he went on.He gestured brusquely at the cases. 'Pack yourthings, thespinis, and come with me now. Youcannot stay here any longer.’ She gasped. 'I'll have to fetchKatie. She'son the beach,' she added with a certain con-straint, not wishing to mentionArianna'spresence there too.NicXandreouwould notapprove of this newly hatched intimacy, shethought. He frowned again.‘ I will sendKostasto findher. And tell him too it is time he controlled hiswife's relations, and became master in hisown house,’ he added harshly. Camilladrew a breath. 'Isn't that rather achauvinist viewpoint?' 'You can ask that—after what you have justexperienced here?' His voice was hard. ‘I’d say it in any circumstances,’Camillahitback. 'And you don't seem to impose too manylimitations on your own conduct,’ she addedshakily. 'It's thanks to you we're in this mess,after all. If you hadn't been so high-handed— and—mauled me in front ofMaria, we'd be staying here. Instead we're moving to accom- modation that belongs to you, and people willdraw the obvious conclusion.’ 'You will be there for a little less than twoweeks,’ he said tersely. 'Is that really so greata hardship?' 'Yes, it is.’ She glared at him. 'When I knowI'm going to be regarded as just another in along line Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • of—willing women,’ she added bitterly. NicXandreoutook a swift harsh breath. 'Noone,’ he said. 'No one has ever dared speak tome as you do.’ 'Then it's time someone did,’Camillalifted her chin. 'Full time someone told you how-arrogant and unfeeling you are,’ she addedpassionately, and burst, to her own conster-nation, into overwrought tears. NicXandreoumuttered some expletive halfunder his breath.Camillafound herself guidedto the nearest bed, and seated on its edge, ahandful of tissues from a box besidethe bedpushed into her hand. Discovered, too, that herhead was pressed against his shoulder, whilehis hand gently stroked her damp hair, and hemurmured quietly and soothingly to her in hisown language. Self-consciously she drew away, scrubbingher face with the tissues. She mumbled, 'I'msorry.' 'And I too regret—more than you can im-agine,’ he said with a touch of grimness. Heput a hand under her chin, and lowered hismouth to hers. His lips were warm, almostgentle, but their touch was sensuous, bringingevery pulse, every nerve-ending in her body tothrobbing urgent life. When he put her away from him, she couldhave cried out in disappointment. She staredup at him, watching his mouth slant in sar-donic acknowledgement. 'YoungStavros was right,’ he said. 'You arehoney,agapemou .Honey and wine, and ripe, sweet fruit.All the things to tempt a man.' Hisfingers feathered delicately over her bareshoulder, and came to rest a brief millimetreaway from the curve of her breast. ‘ButI,’ hewent on softly, 'am not in the market for such temptation. Especially as in two weeks you willbe gone forever. I hope that reassures you.' He kissed her again, the caress swift, hard,and carrying a kind of strange finality. Thenhe got up and went to the door. Camillawatched it close behind him. Herskin was tingling where his hand had rested,and it hurt suddenly to breathe. It hurt... I have to dress, she thought, swallowing pastthe pain. And I have to pack. Before here-turns,and I have to go with him. 'Xandreou'swoman'.That was what theywould all think—all say as she left. It was alabel which would haunt her until she leftKarthos, and perhaps beyond. Andit isn't even true, she thought sav-agely—and was suddenly aware, with a shamethat scorchedher, thatNicXandreouwas notthe only one with regrets. CHAPTER SEVEN It waslate afternoon when they arrived at thesea house. It had been a largely silent journey.Camilla, huddled on her side of the Jeep, hadtried to concentrate on the scenery, which wasspectacular enough to warrant it, and notNicXandreou'sprofile, which she found even moredisturbing. AndKatiewas equally quiet, lostin her own thoughts. Her first meeting withNic had been formalon his side and composed on hers. She'd shownlittle of the hurt and indignation she must befeeling, andCamillahad felt both surprised andproud at her forbearance, Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • and the maturity of her reaction. On one side of the narrow pot-holed road,hillside covered in scrub soared upwardstowards the unclouded arc of the sky tobecome, in time, a tall bleached mountain, all jagged silver and violet peaks and deep agatecorries. High above them a solitary birdhovered, motionless and predatory. On the other side, there was an almost sheerdrop to the sea, sparkling like a brazen mirrorunder the sinking sun. It seemed very remote, but wasn't that theidea?she thought bitterly. They were to behidden away in this inaccessible place, and forgotten there until their money ran out and theywere forced to leave. Money, she thought with a stifled gasp ofdistress. In the scramble to be ready she'd for-gotten to get the money for their room backfromKostas. 'There is something wrong?' He didn't miss a thing. She hunched a shoulder. 'No.' He was thelast person in the world who needed to knowthey had a cash shortage. That would beplaying right into his hands. 'It's just—verybeautiful,' she added, gesturing around her. He nodded. 'Every man sees his island as theloveliest place on earth. I only wish I couldspend more time here, but our business in-terests are worldwide and expanding.’ He said it quite casually. Money, and thepower it bestowed,were things lie took forgranted. And with so much under his control,the destinies of two young lovers would seeman annoying triviality to be disposed of be-tween one deal and the next. Spiro's andKatie'shappiness wouldn't feature on any ofNicXandreou 'sbalance sheets. That was something she needed to re-member—to build up the flame of her angerand resentment against him, and keep itburning. She couldn't afford any moreweakness where he was concerned. No moreaching yearning to feel his mouth exploringhers, or his hands spinning a web of sensual delight on her skin. The kind of spell he knew so well how toweave. The way he'd enthralled other fools. But not me, she vowed with passion.Neveragain. The Jeep swung off the road, and began towind its way down a track so narrow that theshrubs and bushes which bordered it reached out to brush the sides of the vehicle. Pollen,heavy and golden, showered down on toCamilla's bare knee. The Jeep turned a comer, and there in frontof them, occupying its own headland, was thesea house. It was small by the standards of theVilla Apollo—single-storey, and roofed infaded terracotta tiles, their colour repeated in the shutters that hid the windows—and sur-rounded by a tangle of overgrown garden. Camillathought,It looks lonely, and in-stantly derided herself for being sentimental.Of course it was lonely—that was the wholepoint. They were being dumped in the back ofbeyond for the duration. She hadn't seenanother hamlet, let alone a village withinwalking distance, during the entire journey. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • Soulawas waiting at the entrance asNic brought the Jeep to a halt. She was small andplump, clad in the inevitable black dress andheadscarf, but her wrinkled face was wreathedin smiles, as she tookCamilla's hand in bothof hers. 'Welcome,' she said. 'You are welcome,KyriaCamilla, and you too,KyriaCatherine.’ 'I'm afraid we're causing a great deal oftrouble,'Camillasaid haltingly asNic , his faceset, unloaded their cases. 'No problem.'Soula gave a gusty sigh.'Atlast life returns to this place.'She took bothgirls by the hand, tugging them forward. 'Comelook.' The house had been designed,Camillarealised, tocapitalise on the views of the sea.Each room had its own superb vista, and thewindows stood open to catch the breeze fromthe water, and the soft murmur of the waves. A terrace had been built along the entirelength of the house, overlooking the water, andfrom this a flight of steps led down,Soula toldthem, to a cove with a small sandy beach. 'Very private for the sun,’ she added.'Alsogood for swimming.' The ulterior of the house was like walkingstraight into the heart of the sun. The floors were tiled in deep amber, the wallscolour-washedin a paler shade of the samecolour .The main living area was equipped with a sofaand several armchairs covered in a vibrant geo-metric print in shades of blue, gold and rust, with a separate raised dining area. The room to whichCamillawas shownopened directly on to the terrace, and was thelargest of the bedrooms. She looked aroundslowly, assimilating the patina of the wood ofthe built-in furniture, and the enormous wall-hanging in rich earthy shades of bronze, copperand gold which supplied a dramatic back ground to the wide bed with its linen thecolourof warmcieam . 'You like?'Soula demanded anxiously. ‘Like’washardly the word,Camillathought,drawing a breath. She said, 'It's—magnificent.’ Soulanodded her satisfaction, missing thetouch of uncertainty inCamilla's voice. 'I bringyou coffee,’ she said. 'KyriaCatherinewill restuntil dinner. She has a little headache, I think.' No,Camillathought with an inward sigh.She has one enormous headache, which I share. This had to be the master bedroom, she toldherself tautly, when she was alone. This waswhereNic Xandreouhad brought his bride.And in that bed he'd made her his wife. For a moment her mind ran riot, then sheclosed off the clamorous, disturbing images, her nails scoring the soft palms of her hands.Well, she couldn't—wouldn't sleep there. She'dswap withKatie, on whom all the implicationsof the room would be lost. She felt stifled suddenly, and headed for thewindows, pushing open the shutters as shesought the fresh air of the terrace. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • But under the heavy canopy ofbougain-villaeashe paused. Because he was there, sherealised tautly,seated on the low parapet, Ms figure darkly sil-houetted against the glitter of the sea, as hestared out at the horizon. As if some silent signal had alerted him toher presence, he turned his head and looked ather, his expression starkly, almost bitterlyarrested. She knew of course what he must be seeing—another girl emerging from the room they hadonce shared, standing for a moment, framedby flowers. That girl would have smiled,evoking memories of the night that had justpassed, promising more pleasure to come. Shewould have held out her hands—walked across the terrace, and into his arms. They said time healed, she thought, butjudging by his faceNicXandreou'sbe-reavement must have inflicted a wound as deepas the whispering sea around them. She moved hurriedly away from the bedroomwindow, and its connotations, forcing a smile,hastening into speech to conceal her ownsudden pain. 'I can see why it's called the sea house.’ He nodded. 'My father built it. He loved thesea, and always kept acaique moored in thecove below. Later, whenArianna and Spirowere born, he sold our house inKarthos town, and started on the Villa Apollo. But this placewas always a refuge for him—for all of us.' His fleeting smile mocked her.'Quite separate fromthe main house.'He pointed across the smallbay to the adjoining headland and to where the sun highlighted white walls amid a cluster ofencircling greenery. 'Which is there.' 'So close?'Camillawas taken aback. 'I—Ididn'trealise .' ‘But only by sea,’ he said. ‘Thereis no direct road between the two properties.One must go a considerable way inland, as youmust haverealised , and this has proved an in-convenience—in the past.’ His brief pause toldher the present was a different matter. He picked a loose stone off the parapet, andtossed it down into the rippling dark blue water.'Spiro and I used to swim from one house to another,' he went on almost musingly. A faintsmile twisted his mouth. 'How strong aswimmer are you,Camilla?’ ‘Good enough,’ she said shortly. 'But notsoexpert as to risk that distance.' 'I'm glad you are so conscious of yoursafety.’ His smile widened, mocking her. ‘It isalways best, I think, to know one's limitations,and abide by them,' he added silkily. ‘Oh, I've got the picture.’Camillaglancedround. 'Here we are, and here we'll stay. Isn'tthat it?' 'You are hardly prisoners,’ he said sardoni-cally. 'You are free to leave whenever you wish.’ 'But on whose terms?'Camillamet hisglance levelly. He laughed. 'Again, I am sure you have thepicture.’ He paused. 'You should at least listento my offer, Camilla. I am prepared to be generous - within reason.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • Camillashook her head. 'No deal.’ ‘I am sure that is not your final word.’Nic'svoice was silky.fHere you will have leisure andtranquillityto think. And when you are readyto talk, you have only to let me know.’ 'You'll wait a long time.’ she said tersely. 'But I think my resources will outlast yours.’He paused again. 'Which reminds me.’ Hereached for his jacket, flung across the parapet beside him, and extracted a bulky envelope from an inside pocket. ‘This is for you.’ The envelope was crammed with Greekdrachmae in a variety of denominations.Camillathrust it back at him. 'What is this?A down-payment on my ultimate co-operation?No way,MrXandreou.’ 'Actually, the money is yours,KyriaDryden.’ His tone jeered ather own formality 'The refund on your hotel room. FortunatelyKostashas a conscience, as well as a bitch of a wife.He closed her fingers round the envelope, anddespite herself, a swift burning tingle ran upher arm at the brush of his hand on hers. ‘Take it,’ he urged softly. 'You will need all the cashyou can set if you seriously mean to prolong this battle between us.’ She looked down at the envelope. ‘You didn’thave to hand it over. You'd be quite entitled tokeep it—as rent.’ The dark eyes flashed. 'Please do not insultme by such a suggestion,' he said. 'You are myguest here—you and your sister.’ 'But I'd rather we paid our way,’ she saidstubbornly. 'You—you can't pretend we're welcome here.’ 'Perhaps not, but it provides an opportunityto settle matters between us before you go home.’ She took a breath. 'You're really so sureyou'll win?' she said bitterly. ‘Oh, yes.' His voice was soft.'One way oranother.’ His glance seemed to touch her, lingering on her mouth,then sweeping down to the swell ofher breasts, reminding her that his most lethalarmament in this conflict was his virile, char-ismatic sexuality. Whereas she had nothing to fight with buther own convictions and determination.Couldthey ever be enough? Niclifted himself lithely from the parapet,glancing at his watch. 'I must getback, I'mexpecting a call from New York.' ‘A personal call?' some demon prompted herto ask. His mouth twisted. 'My sister has been busy,'he commented with a touch ofgrimnness . ‘ButI don't think, matiamou,that is any concernof yours.’ He paused. 'Think about what I have said, and remember I am prepared to reopennegotiations at any time.’ 'I'll negotiate,’ she said steadily. 'But onlyon condition that you letKatieseeSpiro. Can'tyou see that she might be able to jog hismemory? Isn't it at least worth trying—to have him cured—restored to the way he Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • used to bewith no blank spots in his mind?' His face hardened. 'Spiro will recover intime. And if there are blanks——' he shrugged'—well, your sister's intervention in his life isbest forgotten anyway.’ 'That's cruel.’Camilla's voice shook. ‘It is also practical.’ His smile held noamusement. 'When yourealise , finally, thatyou do not make conditions, you will be freeto concentrate solely on the terms of oureventual bargain. There is no other realalternative, I promise you.’ He absorbed, with irony; the stricken lookon her face. 'And now I wish you goodnight,Camilla.’ The dark eyes glittered at her. 'Sleepwell in my bed,agapemou —if you can.’ He inclined his head to her almost formally,and was gone, his parting words smarting likelash of a whip across her consciousness. ‘No problem.’Katiesaid cheerfully, tuckinginto her helping ofSoula's delicious chicken in lemon sauce that evening. Camillastared at her. 'I wish I shared yourconfidence,’ she said wearily. 'We're here, andSpiro might as well be at the end of theuniverse.’ Katieshook her head. 'He's not that faraway,’ she said firmly. 'Ariannasays we mustjust be patient for a while—bide our time.’ 'Really?'Camillaquerieddrily . 'Just re-member,darling, thatArianna's aXandreouas well. And it was her idea to strand us here,out of harm's way. Are you quite sure you cantrust her?' 'Absolutely.Nic'strying to rule her life too—push her into marrying a man she doesn't love.' ‘Oh.'Camilladigested this. 'AndAriannapresumably has other plans?' 'Of course.’Katiesaid serenely. 'She's in lovewithPetros —DrDeroulades.' 'My God.’Camillasaid faintly.The youngthe unlikeliest of targets forglamorous and worldly asArianna . Yet there was great kindness in his face, shethought slowly, and integrity in the gaze behindhis spectacles. I knew she was up to something, she thought,but not this. 'Andhe loves her too,’Katiewent on.'They've known each other all their lives. In fact theXandreou family paid forPetros'smedical training. But he's not rich or powerful,of course, soNic wouldn't even consider himas a suitable husband forArianna .' She sighed. 'Ariannasays if he had the least idea they werein love he would be terribly angry.Petros wouldlose his job at the clinic and be sent away fromKarthos altogether, and she would never seehim again. AndNic's vengeance would followhim wherever he went.’ she added. 'I can imagine.’Camillasaid grimly. Katiepushed away her empty plate. 'So, theyhave to pretend when they meet in public, andsee each other properly in secret.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'She told you all this today?'Camillaasked, frowning. Katienodded. 'It's a mutual pact,’ she said.‘She helps reunite me withSpiro, we do whatwe can for Arianna andPetros in return.' ‘I don't like the sound of this,’Camillashookher head. 'We have enough problems already. AndNic Xandreoumay actually have a point,’she added grudgingly. 'Ariannaseems an expensive proposition for someone on a doctor'ssalary. Maybe she needs a convenientmillionaire.' 'Camilla,'Katiewas shocked. 'You're surelynot onhis side?' 'I'm not taking sides,’Camillasaid defens-ively.'Just trying to be realistic. If we in-terfere, we could have NicXandreou'svengeance following us as well, and we don'tneed that.' 'You forget,’Katiesaid gently. 'We'll haveSpiro to protect us.' Her eyes shone. 'Every-thing's going to be fine. I know it.' Camillacould find nothing to say in the faceof such sincere and passionate conviction. Later, alone in her room, she found herselfhoping thatKatiewas right—about all of it. She looked around her with dissatisfaction.Her plan to swap accommodation withKatiehad been forestalled firstly bySoula who hadunpacked for her, and put all her things away.Any attempt at change now would inevitablybecome some kind of big deal, and might evenget to the ears ofNicXandreou, who would drawhis own all too accurate conclusions. And I don't need that, she muttered toherself. And thenKatiehad disclosed, starry-eyed,that she could see the lights from the VillaApollo from her window, which made her feelthat Spiro was close to her. And after that, of course, there was nothingmore to be said. I shall have to bear it,Camillathought.Evenif I can't manage the usual grin. She took the passports and the envelope ofmoneyNic had given her, and looked roundfor a safe place to put them. The drawer in the night-table beside the bed seemed the obvious repository, but that was easier said than done,sherealised with vexation, when the drawer re-fused to budge. At first, she thought itmight be locked, thensherealised that something bulky had been putinto the drawer and become wedged. Aftersomemanoeuvring with her steel comb, she managed to free the obstruction, and open the drawer. She found herself holding a photograph inan ornate but tarnished silver frame. It was the picture of a girl, the face radiant,almost flawlessly beautiful.Blonde hair tum-bling on to bare shoulders.Full lips parting ina smile to reveal perfect teeth. Violet eyes,glowing a provocative invitation. And all of it oddly but elusively familiar,Camillathought wonderingly. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • There was a scrawl of writing across thebottom left-hand corner. The words seemed toleap up at her. 'ToNic , on our wedding-day.Forever,Rachelle.' Camilladrew a sharp breath. Of course, shethought. It wasRachelleMorgan, the actress.She'd blazed across the cinema world in a brief,stormy career, which had included anOscarnomination as well as rows with leading men,and an eventual sacking from a film. She'dnever made another, andCamillaremembered reading some years before of her death from adrugs overdose in someLos Angelesmotel. She sank down on the edge of the bed.This—thiswas the girlNicXandreouhad married, she thought faintly.A far cry fromthe docile Greek heiress of her imagination.And clearly a very different marriage from theideal he'd outlined to her. Perhaps she could now understand, if not condone, his reasons. RachelleMorganhad died alone a long wayfromKarthos , and the sea pavilion. In fact,Camillacould recall in all the attendant publicity about her career no mention of any mar-riage, or any husband left to mourn in thetragic aftermath. No wonderNic was bitter, nor thatthe scarsof his loss hadgone so deep. For him, 'forever' had been over too soon.If it had even existed at all... NicXandreouwas no all-conquering god.Just a man, asArianna had said, who'd beenburned and now feared the fire in consequence. Or was itRachelleMorganwho'd beenscorched instead? The thought struck her likea blow from a clenched fist. Had she, like somelatter-dayIcarus , flown too near theXandreousun, not comprehending its power, only to droplike a stone to earth in the ruin of her wings? Who could say what demons had driven allthat beauty and talent to destruction? Hands shaking,Camillaput the photographdown beside her bed. She would keep it there,she thought, shivering, as a timely reminder.A warning even. She felt suddenly cold. 'Dear God.’she whispered. 'He could destroy me too—sovery easily.’ CHAPTER EIGHT Sleepdid not come easily toCamillathatnight. Huddled awkwardly under a single sheetat the edge of the bed, she found her searchfor temporary oblivion distorted and disturbedby unwanted thoughts and images which evenpursued her into her dreams. A tall man with skin like bronze, and eyeslike a dark flame, moved through those dreams,lay beside her, snared her pillow. She could feel the warmth of his body againsthers, the fever of his lips,the frank enticementof his hands as they explored her. Foundherselfreaching out in turn, seeking him vainly in thestill heat of the night. Only torealise , with a frightening sense of desolation, that she wasalone. She drew an angry breath, kicking away theimprisoning tangle of sheet from her over-heated body. What was happening to her? Howcould she possibly feel these things about a manwho was still virtually a stranger, and almost certainly an enemy? Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'Damn you,NicXandreou,' she whispered into the darkness. 'I should never have comehere, and now I'm trapped, and I can'tget away.' She escaped at last into a restless doze, onlyto be jolted back into wakefulness again by thecertainty that she could hear something—someone moving on the terrace outside. She sat up, pushing the hair back from her face, staring towards the shuttered windows, her heart thumping erratically. She'd thoughtthe sea house too remote for intruders, but now… She swung her feet to the floor, reaching forthe white cotton peignoir trimmed withbroderieanglaisewhich matched hernightgown. The early morning air was fresh as shestepped out on to the terrace. The sky was pale,almost misty. The sea was a ripple of silver. Afaint breeze stirred in thebougainvillaea aboveher head. There was no one there, of course,and yet... 'Kalimera.’ Camillawhirled with a startled cry.NicXandreouwas standing, hands on hips, a fewyards away outside the open window of thesalonifrom which he'd obviously just emerged.He was wearing ancient denim jeans, hackedoff at mid-thigh, and a short-sleeved blackshirt, unbuttoned almost to the waist. He looked tough, virile, and devastatingly sexy-last night's dream come suddenly alive in frontof her. Remembering theprecise nature of thatdream,Camillafoundcolour mounting in herface, and her hand went to her throat to clutchthe edges of her peignoir more tightly together. 'You!' she said unevenly. 'What are youdoing here?' His brows lifted, the amusedly cynical ap-praisal of his dark eyes telling her thatneither the blush or the betrayingly defensive gesturehad been lost on him. 'This is my property.’ he reminded herdrily . 'But you never come here,’ she protested, then caught herself. 'At least…’ 'That is whatArianna told you,’ he sup-plied. 'She exaggerates. I come to visitSoula , naturally.' 'At this hour?'Camillaglanced at her watch, 'No, this morning I've been fishing so therewill be fresh mullet for your dinner tonight.' She said blankly, ‘I don't believe it.' Nicshrugged. 'The proof is in the kitchen.Do you wish to look?' 'No—I mean—I can't see you as a simplefisherman, alone in the dawn.' He laughed. 'Yet to a Greek the sea is likethe blood in his veins. And on a boat you havetime to be alone—to think. Often, it’s the onlytime.' 'A boat?'Camillaparodied astonishment. 'Ithought you had your own shipping line.' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'I do.’ he said silkily. 'But that is not thesame thing at all. Like my father before me, Ikeep acaique for my own use.’ He paused.'However, I did not intend my visit to wake you. Iapologise .' She bit her lip. 'It doesn't matter. I didn'thave a particularly good night, anyway.’ 'No?' The dark eyes mocked her. 'No,’ she returned tautly. 'This isn't exactlyan easy situation—for any of us.’ Nicshrugged again. 'You can resolve it anytime you wish,' he retorted. 'You mean—take the money and go.’ Shelifted her chin.'Never.’ 'That will not be your final decision,’ he said.'I can wait.’ 'It isn't my decision to make—or yours.Spiro andKatieare the people concerned—orshould be.’ 'Unfortunately such sentimental notionshave no place in real life.’ He sounded bored. 'And what do you know about "real life",MrXandreou, shut up in your ivory tower ofpower and money?'Camilla's voice had anedge. 'You only have to wish for something andit's granted—snap your fingers, and everyonedashes to obey.’ 'Naturally you exclude yourself from thisfascinating picture of mass acquiescence.’Nic said grimly. 'Of course.You can't expect to own thewhole world.’ 'I've never wanted to.’ His tone hardened.'Once I thought, as you seem to do, that lovecould conquer all barriers.But not any longer. A collision between two different worlds canlead only to disaster.’ His face was brooding,bitterly introspective, as he looked around him.'This is a lesson I was forced to learn with thekind of pain I would wish on no one—least ofall my young brother.’ 'But you can't protect him from ex-perience—or prevent him making his own mis-takes.’Camilla protested. 'It doesn't work like that.’ 'So you admit that Spiro and your sister would be a mistake.’ 'No.’ she said wearily. 'I'm trying to say thatyou and I aren't qualified to makejudgementsfor them.’ She took a deep breath. 'It's ter-rible—a tragedy that your marriage ended asit did—that someone so lovely, with so muchgoing for her—' her voice faltered a little'—should be simply wiped out, but Katie andSpiro are still entitled to lead their own lives,whatever the cost.’ NicXandreouwas very still, his tall figuresuddenly menacing in the clear morning light. 'What do you know ofrny marriage?' 'Nothing at all, really.’She swallowed.'But—but I found your wife's photograph, andrealisedwho she was.’ 'What are you saying?' His face was thun-derous. 'Show me.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • Camillaturned and went back into thebedroom, uneasily aware that he was fol-lowing. She picked up the photograph andhanded it to him. 'It was in this drawer. It musthave been pushed in there and forgotten.’ He said harshly, 'An unforgivable oversight.I gave orders for everything to be removed. I wanted nothing left here to remind me.’ Thedark eyes looked around him, taking in thedisordered bed, the intimate clutter ofCamilla'stoiletries, and discarded clothes. 'Nothing,’ he repeated slowly. Her voice shook a little. 'But you can't easilyforget—beauty like hers.’ 'Yet you can try.’ His mouth was set. He tookthe backing from the frame, which he tossed contemptuously aside, then ripped the printacross, again and again, letting the torn frag-ments flutter to the floor. Camillagave a small distressed cry.'Oh, no. ‘Itwas simple, believe me.’ He swung backto her, his smile almost a snarl. 'This—this is the complication.’ His hands were hard on her shoulders as hepulled her towards him. Her startled eyes readthe purpose in his face, but even as her lipsframed a negation his mouth possessed hers,making no concession in its fierce demand. Thescent of his skin, fragrant with sunlight andthesea, seemed to invade her senses—to fill her being with a harsh and undeniable longing. She found she waskissing him in return withthe same vibrant, consuming urgency, her lipsparting eagerly to accept the thrust of his tongue. Pinned against his body, she was aware ofevery bone, muscle and sinew in his taut, virile frame.Could feel the heat and strength of hisarousal, mirroring the rising flame inside her. Nic’shand shook as heribbons of the peignoir, allowing his lips to traverse the vulnerable line of her throat, and thecurve of her shoulder. His fingers slid under the strap of her nightgown, tugging it down, baring one rose-tipped breast to his caress. Hispalrn cupped the soft mound, his thumbbrushing the tautening peak, piercing her witha shaft of bewildered pleasure bordering on pain. The dark head bent to her, and he took thesmall engorged bud into his mouth, laving itwith his tongue, his mouth like fire against herskin. She felt her body judder in anguished de-light, her hands lifting to twist in the thick,crisp hair at the nape of his neck. He lifted her on to the bed, and lay besideher. She was caught in the dreamagain, shethought dazedly, fright and excitement warringfor mastery inside her. She was sinking down into the softness ofthe mattress, the weight of his lean body im-prisoning her, creating new hungers in everytrembling inch of her as she strained towardshim in this new and incomprehensibledesperation.He pushed down the other strap of her nightgown,his face absorbed, intent, his mouth hot andseeking against her fragrant flesh.Hishands were urgent as they stroked herbody through the thin fabric, pushing itshem up towards her thigh with swift and sensual purpose. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'Sethelo .’His voice was husky against theuneven beat of her heart.'Sethelopoli .' And the alien words which instinct warnedher spoke only of physical need, and no warmer,tenderer emotion, sent the dreamshattering into sudden, cold reality. She was insane, she thought with fear. Shemust be—lying here on the bed he'd onceshared with his wife—a girl whose promise- filled life had ended in isolation and despair.Whose torn photograph was scattered at their feet in ultimate rejection. And she was letting him touch her—oh,God—letting himuse her like some sensual exorcism. She braced her hands against his chest,pushing him away, her body rigid with panicand denial. ‘atiamou—what is? What's wrong?' 'Everything.’Camillasaid hoarsely. 'Let goof me—leave me alone. How—how dareyou...?' She scrambled off the bed, dragging the bodice of her nightdress upto cover her breasts, her hands clumsy withshame and remorse. Nicliftedhimselfon to an elbow and ob-served her struggles, his eyes hooded, his firm mouth twisting cinically . ‘There was no question of daring,agapemou.You wanted what was happening as muchas I did. Perhaps more.’ he added with swift,silky cruelty. Camillagasped,colour burning her face. She said unsteadily, 'Get out of thisroom. Get away from me.' 'Are you sure?' There was deliberate in-solence in his voice—in the look which rakedher—stripped her, 'Perhaps you should learn to be more accommodating- like your sister.You might find there was more to be gained.That, in certain circumstances, I could be per-suaded to be generous.’ She flung back her head. 'Become justanother "Xandreou'swoman"?’Her voice wasuneven. 'You over-estimate your attractions;,kyrie.I'd beg in the streets first.' Nic'seyes narrowed, but he shrugged as he swung himself off the bed. ‘That is your choice,of course. But I should warn you there is a timelimit to the terms I'm prepared to offer—all ofthem.' He paused to allow the implication inhis words to sink in.'Maybeit would be wiser,for your sister's sake, to think again- and soon.’ He walked without haste to the openwindow, turning to touch his fingertips to hislips in a parody of a tender farewell. He said softly, 'Send me word when you havechanged your mind.' 'About what?'Camillademanded tautly. His eyes swept her body again, and hesmiled. 'Everything,’ he said, andwas gone. It was another flawless morning, baking hotalready, even under the protection of a sunumbrella.Camilla, ensconced on a lounger ina sheltered part of the terrace, could hear thesound of voices from thesaloni, Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • and guessedthatArianna had arrived for her daily visit. Her misgivings about the Greek girl had beenunjustified, she was bound to admit. Herpresence at the sea house was, forKatie, amuch needed link with Spiro, and also theoutside world as the sea house had no phone. Three endless days had dragged by since thatdevastating encounter withNic , and, althoughthere had been neither sight nor sound of himsince, her emotions were still ragged, her sensesin turmoil. She had told herself a hundred times that thiscrazy, unwanted infatuation withNicXandreou—for that was all it was, all it evercould be—meant nothing.Absolutely andfinallynothing. Life inEnglandmight not have been easy,but she'd coped—earned herself a reputationfor being calm and reliable.Yet now... I don't know what's happening to me, shethought desperately. I'm not in control any more, and I hate it. I miss my peace of mind.I want it back. But there would be no innertranquillity forher onKarthos . Living in the sea house was aconstant torment, with its reminders of the shadowed pastNic had shared there with hisbeautiful young wife—and those even morepotent recent memories, from which there wasno escape. The thought of his lovemaking still searedher skin. His presence seemed to linger in theroom, evoking a strange trembling awarenessshe had no power to suppress. Soulahad cleared up the torn fragments ofthe photograph, her plump face sad, her mouthdiscreetly compressed. Her employer's mar-riage was a subject on which she was clearlynot prepared to be drawn, although shewouldchat toKatieby the hour about the old dayswhen bothNicXandreouand his brother were boys. Ariannahad explained the situation to her,and she had takenKatiefirmly under her wing,supervising her diet, and rationing her hoursin the sun. As forNic himself, presumably he wasstaying aloof, awaiting her message to say shewas ready to deal, Camillathought bitterly. But, even when he was absent, she wasalways aware of him, just the same, Sometimes,across the shimmeringwater the Villa Apollolooked almost close enough to touch, and asshe sunbathed or swam in the shallow waters of the cove she had the odd impression thatunseen eyes were watching her, although sheknew that was absurd. The need to go—to get away before it wastoo late—had begun to obsess her. Part of hermind was saying that her mission toKarthoswas hopeless, anyway. That maybeNic did holdall the aces, and their best course would be toagree to some kind of financial settlement. Butshe knew any suggestion toKatie they shouldcut their losses and return toEnglandwouldbe indignantly resisted. Katie, immersed in her own emotional mael-strom, had no idea of the confusion that wasripping her sister apart. Nor didCamillawanther to know. 'Kalimera.’Ariannaappeared beside her,looking cool and elegant in a slim-fitting dressthecolour of peppermintice. 'Soulainsistsyour sister must rest on her bed a little.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'She's been very kind,’Camillasaid rather stiltedly. Ariannashrugged. 'She loves Spiro, andwants to see him happy. But how to achieve it,that is the problem.’ She sat down on an ad-joining lounger.Petros has promised he will bringKatieand Spiro together as soon as thecoast is clear.' She spread her hands. 'ButNicos is rarelyaway from the Villa Apollo these days, and when he is absent it is only for a short time—and he leavesYannis to watch Spiro.’ Shefrowned. 'We must find some way of drawing him from the villa, and keeping him away forseveral hours.’ Camillasaidconstrictedly , 'Surelyhe'll begoing toAthenssome time…’ 'You mean to seeZoe?'Arianna gave a worldly shrug. 'Who knows?Nicos does not discuss such things with me, and he is toocon- cernedwith Spiro anyway. In fact -‘ sheleaned forward '—he has toldPetros that he may soon take Spiro to the States to seespecialists there, and if he does…’ she shruggedagain '... I think that will be the end of your hopes. You could not afford to follow himthere.’ 'No,'Camillasaid quietly. 'We couldn't.DoesKatieknow about this?’ 'No. I thought it best to say nothing. But,’Ariannasaid briskly, ‘it means there is no time to be lost. We must make a diversion somehowforNicos . Get him away from the villa for halfa day—a day even.’ Her brilliant gaze switchedtoCamilla. 'This will be your task, I think.’ 'Mine?'Camillasat bolt upright on herlounger. 'What are you talking about?' Arianna'ssmile was oblique. "You tellNicos you wish to meet with him, to make a deal, butaway from here so that your sister will notknow and be upset. And then you keep him with you,' she added, her smile widening. 'Itwill be no problem. He is an attractive man,ne,and you—intrigue him, I think.’ 'No.’ Bright spots ofcolour burned inCamilla's face. 'I'm sorry, but I can't—I won't.It's quite impossible.’ Her heart was thumping against her ribcage. 'Anyway he wouldn't be-lieve me. I've made it more than clear that Iwon't negotiate.’ 'But isn't it also a woman's privilege tochange her mind?'Arianna asked. 'That issomethingNicos understands very well,I think.' Camillasank her teeth into her lower lip.'I'm—sure he does. But I don't play those kinds of games.’ Ariannashrugged again, this time with anair of fatalism. 'Then we can do nothing. Spiro will go toAmerica , and you will go home witha suntan and some money.' Camillagroaned inwardly. 'I'd never get away with it,' she saiddesperately. 'Unless you try, how can you know?’Ariannademanded. 'Besides,Nicos has alwayssaid that an easy deal is one not worth making.He expects a fight.’ Her eyes gleamed atCamilla.'But not always the choice of battle-field—or weapons.' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • There was a loaded silence. At lastCamillasaid helplessly, 'All right—I'll try, but I'm not promising a thing.' 'Good,’Ariannaapproved with the familiarcat-like grin.'Because now you could have theperfect opportunity.’She pointed a pink-tippedfinger. 'My brother comes here, I think.’ Camillasaw that a blue boat, its tan sailneatly furled, had come round the adjoiningheadland, and was making for the cove. 'Oh, God.’The breath seemed to choke inher throat. She turned onArianna . 'You knewalready—didn't you?' she accused. 'That hewas coming here. You've set me up.’ 'No, I swear it. He said nothing at breakfast.But it is a chance we cannot miss,ne?’ she wenton pleadingly. 'For the sake of Spiro and yoursister, tell him you wish to talk to him privately. Make him take you with him on theboat, wherever he is going—then keep him withyou until the sun has set. Give us time.’ She rose gracefully to her feet, ‘As soon asyou have left with him, I will takeKatieto the clinic to fetch Petros so that he may supervisetheir meeting, then we will all go straight to the Villa Apollo.’ She put her cheek swiftly againstCamilla's. 'Good luck to us all,' she whispered,and was gone in a cloud of warm fragrance. Camillalooked at the approaching boat, andthe dark figure at the tiller, then at the brilliantsky. It would be a very long time until sunset, sherealisednumbly. And she would need more than luck to come through unscathed. She said aloud, softly and despairingly,God, what have I just agreed to?' CHAPTER NINE Camillawaited for him on the small woodenjetty built out from the beach, standing slimand straight in the sleeveless, button-throughsundress, with its deep scooped neck, whichmatched, and now covered, her jade-greenbikini.Chintilted slightly to conceal her ner-vousness, she watched him bringCalliope ex-pertly alongside. lKalimera.’He tossed a rope to her,thenswung himself lithely ashore. He was wearingbrief white shorts which hugged his lean hips,topped by a sea-island cotton shirt striped inred and navy. 'I hope I haven't kept youwaiting.' 'I wasn't aware that I'd sent for you,’ sheretorted, and caught herself. That wasn't thepersuasive note Arianna had suggested. He shrugged. 'But I knew itwould only bea matter oftime.’He was half smiling, the darkeyes narrowed and speculative. 'How?' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'Because whatever wrongs you feel yoursister has suffered, you have to go back,' hesaid. 'You have a life to return to—a job whichyou need because times are hard.' His glancetravelledwith cool deliberation down her body. ‘Maybeeven a man.’ The inflexion in his voice made it a question, rather than a statement. ‘That,’Camillasaid quietly, ‘is none of your business.’ 'Then let us discuss the real business be-tween us. That is why you are here,ne? Becauseyou are ready to negotiate a settlement?’ 'I—I don't seem to have a choice.’Camillaavoided the intensity of his gaze. 'At last you see reason.’ There was satis-faction in his tone. ‘I will call on you thisevening after dinner with details of myproposals.’ ‘Oh, no.’That was the wrong plan altogether,Camillathought with alarm.'I mean—I'dhoped to talk things over with you—privately,first—before I break the news to my sister.’ He shrugged. 'Very well—when?’ Camillatook a deep breath. ‘There's no timelike the present.’ 'Now?'The dark brows lifted. 'That is notpossible. I have only called to seeSoula , to payher some money for the house. Then I am goingtoMarynthos , a village on the other side of the island.’ Camilla's nails dug into the palms of her hands. 'Couldn't I come with you?' She saw aflare of surprise in his face and hurried on.‘Now that I've made up my mind, I don't wantto let things—drag on. And, anyway, I'vehardly seen anything ofKarthos , and this couldbe my last chance. That is if you don't mind a passenger.’ she added, challenging his length-ening silence. 'No.’ he said at last, his smile crooked. 'I donot—mind. But you,matia mow—are you prepared to take the risk?' 'Risk?'Camillaglanced around her andshrugged. 'The weather seems set fair, and I'ma good sailor anyway.' 'That is not,’Nic said quite gently, 'what Imeant.' As their eyes met, a faint shiver wentthrough her, mingling fear and excitement. Helaughed suddenly, and held out a hand to help her into thecaique .‘Ela tora. Come on, then,KyriaCamilla.’ So far, so good,Camillatold herself as hemanoeuvredthe boat away from the jetty andturned the bow towards the open sea. Sherisked one fleeting glance back at the sea house.Which, of course, he saw. 'Should you have left a message for yoursister? Will she be concerned?' 'Katie's resting.’ she said briefly. 'And Imentioned I might go out today—find out whatthe island has to offer.' 'Then I shall have to make sure you are notdisappointed.' There was a vein of amusementunderlying the Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • courteous words that wasn't loston her. He thought she was a pushover, sherealisedwith a swift smart of shame. That she'd comewith him for a brief sexual adventure, althoughthat was what she needed him to think, ofcourse. She had to use all that superb maleconfidence against him, to bolster her own re-solve not to fall into that sensual, charismatic web he knew so well how to weave, and becomejust another ofXandreou's women. I'll be the one that got away, she assuredherself. Oh, God, I've got to be... 'Would you like to steer?' His voice brokeacross her uncomfortable reverie. 'Is it safe?' she asked doubtfully, andNic laughed. ‘Iwon't let you sink us,matiamou.’ ‘Why do you call me that? What does itmean?'Camillaasked as she gingerly took thetiller. 'It means "my eyes".’Nic said, after apause. 'When a woman allows a man to look into her eyes,Camilla mou,she offers him akey to the secrets of her heart.' He paused. 'Orso it is said.' Her pulses quickened. She said flippantly, 'No wonder so many people wear sunglasses,in that case.' 'You do not.' 'Well.'Camillashrugged. 'Perhaps I havenothing to hide.’ 'No?' He took her chin in his hand, turningher gently but inexorably to face him. For astartled moment, she found his dark gazeburning into hers. 'I see anger,Camilla, anddefiance^ and anxiety, and behind these amystery as deep as the sea.’ He paused again.'What I have never seen is laughter.' 'That's hardly surprising.' She freed herselfwith a swift jerk of her head. 'After all, Ihaven't found a great deal to laugh about sinceI got here.' ‘Or before that, either, I think.’ His voicewas reflective. 'How long have you had the soleresponsibility for your sister?' 'Three—nearly four years.’Her voice shookas she told him briefly about the accident.'But—please.’ she added hurriedly, 'youmustn't think it's been some kind of burden.Katie's a wonderful girl. She's never given mea moment's worry...’ She stopped, feelingfoolish. 'Until now.’ he saiddrily . Camillashrugged.‘ I didn't bargain for herfalling in love.’ ‘No?' His smile was faintly cynical. "Haveyou forgotten the power of a warm night under the moon?5 'No.’She wouldn't admit that she'd neverexperienced it. 'I just thoughtKatiewas more-level-headed, that's all.’ She needed to find a less personal topic-defer any discussion aboutKatiefor as long aspossible, she reminded herself. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'Why are we going toMarynthos ?' she askedbrightly. 'Is there something special there?' 'Very special—a new baby—the son of myfriendDimitrisloannides. He's asked me to begodfather.’ 'And you've agreed?' She couldn't hideher surprise. ‘Of course,’ he said with slight hauteur. ‘We Greeks take such responsibility very seriously.’ ‘Oh,’Camillaswallowed. ‘I didn’t realize I’d be intrudingon such a private occasion. I'msorry.’ ‘If I thought you would intrude, you wouldnot be here.' His tone was matter-of-fact. 'Oh.’ She could easily, sherealised , have beenleft standing on the jetty. Thank you—I think.’ ‘Parakalo.’His grin was swift, and oblique.His hand covered hers on the tiller. 'You havestrayed a little off course.’ he cautioned. 'Takecare.’ Yes,Camillathought grimly, feeling her fleshwarm and tingle at the contact with his. I cer-tainlywill. She removed her own hand, and said coolly,'Perhaps you'd better take over. I don't wantto end up on the rocks.’ 'As you wish.Relax, then, and enjoy the trip.Feel the sun on your face.' He reached out andreleased the barrette which confined her hairat the nape of her neck. 'And the wind in yourhair,' he added, tossing the barrette casuallyoverboard. 'Why the hell did you do that?'Camillade-manded furiously, trying to control herchestnut mane with her fingers, and failing asthe breeze gleefully whipped it into a tangle. 'Because today,agapemou,' Nic drawled,'you are not the tied-back, buttoned-up, oh, so responsible sister. She is consigned to the ob-livion she deserves. Today you will drink wineand taste life.' He paused. 'And your eyes willsmile at me. Is it agreed?' Camillalooked down at the vivid sea,sparkling and dancing round the boat, feeling its restless excitement thrill suddenly throughown veins. Today.The thought was like a prayer toplacate the ancient envious gods. One day outof all eternity. Was it so much to ask?She flung back her headlecklessly . 'Agreed,' she said. An hour later, they reachedMarynthos . It wasonly a small village—a straggle of whitebuildings with coloured roofs round a naturalinlet where fishing boats bobbed. And a wel-coming committee,Camilla noted, with aninrush of shyness. She said, 'ShallI stay onCalliope?’ 'By no means.Dimitriswould be most of-fended if you failed to admire his son.' He took her arm, urging her on to the narrowquay, responding to the noisy babble ofgreetings, putting Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • names unerringly to thecrowd of smiling faces which surged round them. They were almost lifted off their feet on a wave of goodwill which carried them up thesteep and narrow street. Here the women werewaiting more decorously, the youngest childrenplaying in the dust at their feet. The two grand-mothers, wearing the inevitable black dressesand headscarves, offered a formal welcome,and thenDimitrisloannideshimself appeared, a neat, bright-eyed man, his teeth gleaming ina grin of pure delight under his heavymoustache. The two men shook hands,then embraced, slapping each other on the back. ThenNic beckonedCamilla forward. Her hand was taken and held for a momentbyDimitris. "Welcome.’ he said in carefulEnglish. 'You are welcome,thespinis.’ She was given a glass of wine, heavy andrather sweet,made,Nic told her, fromDimitris'sown grapes, then was conducted intothe house to see the baby. Haraloannides was sitting up in bed, holdinghim in her arms. She was a pretty girl, her facewearily contented as she crooned to her child. She greetedNic shyly but with composure, and put the baby into his arms amid applause from the rest of the family clustering in thedoorway. Clearly a visit from such an important andrespected figure asNicXandreouwas an eventin their lives, Camillarealised. The fact thathe had agreed to be godfather was an ad-ditional honor. And he talks of my responsibilities, shethought, when he's central to so many people'slives—the chief man of this island, quite apartfrom his business ventures. He wasn't awkward with the baby, she saw.He handled the small bundle with complete as-surance, instantly soothing an experimentalwail of protest, lifting the baby to a morecomfortable position against his shoulder, hissmile softening to tenderness as the tiny angryface relaxed back into slumber. She thought, with a pang, He should havechildren of his own, then paused, her throatconstricting in self-derision. He was playing thepart expected ofhim, that was all. NicXandreouhad already tried the obli-gations of marriage, and found them not to his taste, she reminded herself with an effort. Hislife belonged now in boardrooms and pent-houses, and wherever else there was money tobe made and pleasure to be enjoyed. She glanced back, and found him looking ather, one eyebrow raised interrogatively. He saidlaconically. 'Hara wants you to hold him now.' ‘Oh, no.'Camillatook an alarmed stepbackwards. ‘I’d really rather not. I might drophim. I'm not used to small babies.’ 'Then start accustoming yourself.’ His quietvoice brooked no opposition. 'Sit on the bed,if you feel safer that way. You cannot hurt Hara by refusing.’ He pushed her down gently on to the edgeof the mattress, and put the baby into her re-luctant arms amid another chorus of approval. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • She looked down at the shawl-swathedcocoon. One small starfish hand had emergedfrom the wrappings, and moved to splayagainst her breast. A tiny bubble escaped thepursed lips as the baby's head turned—seeking. Strange anguish lanced through her as she wondered for the first tune in her life what it would be like to bear a child to the man youloved.To be the focus, as Hara was, of his pride and adoration. She thought, I wish—oh, God, I wish... andstopped dead, transfixed by therealisation of precisely what she wished. As ifmagnetised , she looked up atNic , hereyes widening, her parted lips tremulous, Hisface wassombre and aloof, a muscle working beside his mouth as if he was trying to controlsome angry emotion. He probably resented the way she, a stranger,and an unwanted outsider at that, had been drawn into this intimate family moment, she thought painfully. Nor could she blame him, considering the deception she was practicing on him. He said softly,fiYou are supposed to saysomething.' She bit her lip, and turned to Hara. 'The baby's very handsome,’ she said. 'likehisfather.' Judging by Hara’s delighted beam asNictranslated, and the shout of laughter and ac-claim from the others, she'd managed to findthe right comment, outsider or not. Hara bent forward, speaking rapidly inGreek, andCamillashook her headin incomprehension. Dimitrissupplied the cheerful explanation.‘My wife hopes thatXandreou's woman alsobears many fine sons.’ Camillafelt a wave of helplesscolour sweepup into her face. She did not dare look atNicas he bent and took the baby from her, re-storing him to his mother. But, to her relief,the room began to empty, and they were con-ducted outside where tables had been set withplatters of bread, salad and sliced fruit, andjugs of red wine. Nicwas escorted ceremoniously to the placeofhonour , butCamillawas surrounded by thewomen, and pulled away to another table whereshe was subjected to a friendly but thoroughscrutiny, everything from thecolour of her hair to the material of her dress being examined andexclaimed over. Her throat taut with embarrassment,Camillamanaged to smile as she swallowed somegrapes, and drank a glass of the wine, awarethatNic was watching ironically. But she had only herself to blame, shethought. If she hadn't gone along withArianna'ssuggestion and pushed herself on to him for the day, she'd have been saved all thisdiscomfiture. She could only pray that back atthe Villa Apollo everything had worked out,and that the end would, somehow, justify themeans she'd chosen. The celebration seemed endless, although shesupposed she should be grateful for that. Thelonger it extended into the afternoon, the lesstime she would have to spend on her own withhim, and the less opportunity there would be for the kind of self-betrayal she dreaded, she thoughtconstrictedly . Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • She was conscious of him all the time. Abovethe laughter and chatter of the women there seemed to be a silent zone where the two ofthem existed alone. A place where she couldlook athim, and smile9and say the words oflove and desire she dared not even think. Wherehis kisses burned on her parted lips, and her body bloomed under the touch of his hands.A secret place, she thought, which would haunt her for the rest of her life, tormenting her withall kinds of unfulfilled yearnings. When she felt his hand curve round her shoulder in reality, she almost cried out inlonging, but when she looked up at him his facewas remote, his eyes guarded. 'It is time we went.’ His tone was crisp,formal. 'Please say your goodbyes.' Mechanically,Camillabegan to assemble herfew Greek phrases of thanks and farewell. A stranger, she thought, not a lover. Thatwas what he was, and that was how he mustremain for her sanity's sake. They were escorted back to theharbour , andhelped enthusiastically on boardCalliope.Asthey headed out of the baysCamillawaved untilthe figures on the quay became mere dots. 'You enjoyed that?'Nic asked quietly fromthe tiller. 'Of course,'Camillasaid with slight con-straint. 'I felt very—privileged to be made sowelcome.’ He was silent for a moment. 'They are simplepeople.’ he said at last. 'I hope their—lack ofinhibition didn’tdistress you.' 'No.’ Her face warmed again. 'I suppose theywere bound to draw the obvious conclusion.’She tried to laugh. 'Everyone else has.' 'Yes.' The monosyllable was clipped and curt, and she ventured no other comment. The breeze had dropped, and the afternoonwas still, the horizon a shimmer of heat.Camillafelt a trickle of sweat run down be-tween her breasts. She put her hands to thenape of her neck, lifting away the heavy fall ofhair. It occurred to her suddenly thatNic had notturnedCalliope back the way they'd come, butthat they were sailing on round the island. She looked at him. 'Where are we going?' ‘I know a small bay where the swimming isgood.’ he returned. 'I thought we could anchorthere for a while.’ He paused again. 'Andalso—talk.' He slanted a smile at her, his eyesflicking over her breasts, and down to wherethe thin cotton dress clung to the line of her thigh. ‘We have negotiations tomindedher silkily. 'Or had you 'Byno means.’ she retorted. ‘But I thought‘this was the time of day when all business stopped.’ His smile widened.‘ That,agapemou , ratherdepends on the nature of the businessurgency.’ He left the words tingling between them, and turnedCalliope towards the shore again. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • Camillafound herself staring blankly at thesmall horseshoe of pale sand sheltered by twostony outcrops that they were approaching. From the beach, the ground rose into a wil-derness of bleached rock smudged by the oc-casional olive tree. It was very quiet—verylonely. She swallowed. Keep him talking, shethought, touching her dry lips with the tip ofher tongue. Make it formal—a discussion ofterms. The problem was she hadn't had timeto do her homework—to find out the kind of hypothetical sum she'd be expected to ask foronKatie's behalf. She had no real idea what bargaining power she could command. ButNicXandreouknew, down to the lastdrachma, and could call her bluff whenever he chose. But what else did he know—or suspect? Thatwas the real risk—the danger she needed to beon her guard against. 'Matiamou,'he had called her. And shemust never let him look into her eyes again incase he saw the pitiful truth she needed at allcost to conceal: that, against all logic, reason or even sanity, she was in love withhim. CHAPTER TEN Nicdropped anchor some hundred and fiftyyards from the shore. With the noise of theengine stilled, there was only the creak ofCalliope'stimbers and the soft lap of the seato break the hot and heavy afternoon silence.To remindCamilla, if any reminder wereneeded, just how alone they were. Shading her eyes with her hand, she stared towards thebeach as ifmesmerised by it. ‘Can you swim so far?' He was standing justbehind her. He spoke softly, his breath fanningher ear. 'Of course.’She kept her tone brisk andbright. ‘I’m not that much of a wimp.’ 'No,’ he said ratherdrily . 'That much Iscertain. But, all the same, we will take the boat ashore. Camillawatched as he brought the smalldinghy alongside, loading it with towels;strawmats, a basket containing food and wine, andeven a sun umbrella brought up fromCalliope's cabin. All the gear for a successful seduction con-veniently to hand, she thought, swallowing. Butthen she'd hardly be the first girl he'd havebrought to this remote and lovely place. She trailed her hand in the water as theyrowed ashore. Shoals of small fish darted hereandthere, and soft fronds of weed billowed and danced in the shadowy depths. Her feet sank into the hot sand as she helpedhim drag the boat up the beach. By the time they'd unloaded it,Camillafelt that her dresswas sticking to her. Surreptitiously, she easedthe cling of the fabric away from her thighs. But he'd noticed, of course. 'Shall we cool off before we open our dis-cussions?'Nic wedged the sun umbrella in placewith a couple of large stones, and dusted offhis hands.Camillawatched with misgiving ashe unfastened the remaining buttons on hisshirt. She was suddenly, forcibly reminded ofthe first time she'd seen him. Did he usually Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • swim naked?she wondered, dry-mouthed.And, if so, would this occasion be any exception? But to her relief he stripped off his shorts toreveal brief black trunks. He turned, encoun- tering her scrutiny with a mockingly liftedeyebrow. The faint smile playing round his mouth was a challenge as he waited for her tofumble clumsily out of her dress, and drop itwith self-conscious awkwardness on to one ofthe straw mats. "Your scratches are healed now?' He tookher arm, turning her slightly so that he couldstudy the fading marks. Flushing,Camillapulled free.'Completely.'She kicked off her sandals and ran past himdown to the edge of the sea. The water felt breath-stoppinglycool againsther over-heated skin as she splashed throughthe shallows. 'Have a care.’Nic was beside her, overtakingher with ease. 'The beach shelves quickly and very steeply. You can soon find you are out ofyour depth.’ I found that out a long time ago. She thoughtit, but did not say it, as she watched him takea running dive, the lean, dark body cutting thewater with hardly a splash. She'd been put of her depth since themoment she arrived onKarthos . She'd been sosure of her ability to handle things, but looking back it seemed she might just have made the situation worse. Lending herself to this de-ception seemed the only way to make amendstoKatie, but she had also to gauge the con- sequences to herself. Physical damage healed.Emotional scarring could be with you for life. Other girls at the secretarial agency cameback from foreign holidays giggling over briefflings with waiters, couriers or ski instructors,but forCamillathere could be no guilty secretsto be shared with a smile and sigh over coffee. BecauseNicXandreoumattered, she thoughtas she slid down into the water, letting it takeand lift her, closing her eves against the dazzleof the sunlight. He was in her mind and herheart, part of thefibre of her being, and shehadn't the least idea how or when it had begun to happen. She'd been in too deep before she'deven seen the danger. But what she needed to remember, above all,was that it wasn't mutual. She was an an-noyance toNic —a small problem to be re-solved, and that was all. If he made love to her, it would be with cynical amusement at the ease with which his victory had been accomplished,Atrifling bonus on another successful deal. And die knowledge of that more than out-weighed the transitory delight of being, for afew hours, Xandreou's woman. It had to. She turned to glance at the shore, and sawwith a shock of alarm that she'd let herself driftfurther out than she'd intended. She was acompetent enoughswimmer , but she was ac-customed to the predictability of swimming-baths. Beneath her now were untold fathoms of theIonian Sea. She trod water, breathing deeply and calmly, refusing to panic as she feltthe pull of an unsuspected current. She glanced around, but could see no re-assuring dark head within hailing distance,Besides, she didn't want to call for help un-necessarily, especially when she'd been quiteimplicitly warned. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • The boat, sherealised , biting her lip, seemedmarginally nearer than the beach. She would swim there first—make some excuse aboutpreferring to sunbathe on board, which was probably a safer option anyway. She was halfway there when sherealised shewas in difficulty. The current seemed stronger,constantly hampering her progress, and herarms and legs were getting heavy. She thought,This is stupid, and a small wavebroke against her face, making her cough, in-creasing the frightened tightness in her chest. One answer was to turn on to tier back again and float, but that would leave her at the mercyof the current, and it seemed best to flounderon, fighting panic and fatigue. She'd told him her swimming was 'goodenough' but it seemed she'd overestimated her capabilities. She opened her mouth to shout, swallowed more water, and almost submerged, choking.Through streaming eyes, she saw thatCalliopelooked further away than ever. Suddenly there was a dark shape beside herin the water, the sea churned, andNic wasthere, shaking the water out of his eyes, hisface dark with anger. She heard him say some-thing in furious Greek,then his aims wentround her, lifting her up, holding her against him. 'Relax, little fool,’ his voice bit at her. 'I haveyou now.’ He turned her effortlessly, supporting her as he used a smooth, powerful side-stroke to takethem back to shore. 'It is safe now.’ His voice was terse as hisclasp slackened. He lowered her gently, andCamilladiscovered sand and shingle under herfeet, her legs buckling in sheer relief. Nicmuttered something under his breath,then his arms were round her again, and hewas carrying her up the beach. Camillafound herself deposited under theshade of the umbrella. She looked up at him. He was dark against the sun, sea-water drop-lets glistening on his tanned body. Her chest hurt, and she could taste nothing but salt,butall the same she felt a twist of hot, shamed ex-citement deep within her. She said hoarsely, ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘I did warn you.' His shrug was almost im-patient. 'But there was no real danger.liequietly for a while.’ Through half-closed eyes, she watched himbusy himself with the food basket.Heard thesubdued pop of a wine cork being withdrawn. 'Drink this.’ The glass he gave her was crystalwith a twisted stem. Just the thing for a beachpicnic, the fragment of her mind still workingnormally noteddrily . Her teeth chattered against the rim of theglass. His hand came up to steadyit, and thebrush of his fingers against hers made hershiver. The wine was cold, crisp and dry, but itbrought warmth to the frozen, frightened placeher, and steadied the uneven rush of her pulses. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • When she had finished, he silently took theglass from her hand, and replaced it with afresh bread roll crammed with cold roast lamb. She began, 'Oh, I don't think...' but hesilenced her with a lifted hand. 'It is little wonder you tired so easily,' he toldher curtly. 'AtDimitris'shouse, of course, youonly pretended to eat.’ 'I wasn't—I'm not hungry,' she protestedwithout conviction. Actually she was rav-enous. Maybe frighteningyourself silly hadthat effect. But she doubted whether she couldswallow a morsel. She was too aware of him, of his proximity,the sheen of his bronze skin, the damp tendrilsof hair curling on his forehead and at the napeof his neck, and above all his own unique malescent commingling with the tang of salt.Although he was no longer touching her, shefelt as if she was being tied in knots. Fool, she castigated herself inwardly. 'I don't save a woman from drowning merelyto watch her starve in front of me.’ He wasimplacable. Mutely, she bit into the roll, the slices of lambwere thick and juicy, enhanced by a sprinklingof salt, and there were big, firm-fleshed tom-atoes as an accompaniment, with sharp blackolives, and more of the wine. It was one of thesimplest meals she'd ever eaten, and she wouldremember it, she thought, for the whole ofher life. She wiped her hands on a paper napkin.'Thank you.’ she said stiltedly. 'The thanks are due to Hara's mother,’ hesaid with a shrug. 'She packed the basket andput it on the boat for me.’ He slanted a smileat her. 'She says you are too thin.That I shouldlook after you better.’He paused. 'God knowswhat she would say about the events of the pasthalf-hour.’ Camillasat up straight. 'Nothing, I hope.I'm grateful for what you did, of course.’ She steadied her voice. 'But it's not your businessto look after me at all, and you should have told her so.’ 'No.’ he said.'Because she would not under-stand.In her world, a woman belongs to a man.Her father first, then her husband.’ ‘Howcosy .’Camillalifted her chin. 'Thetwentieth century has clearly passedKarthosby.’ 'Not all of it.’ His voice was cool, and thefirm mouth seemed to tighten in momentarybitterness. She knew he was thinking of his wife. Therewere a hundred questions teeming in her brain,but she resisted them, lying back on her strawmat?andpretending to close her eyes. "Don't fall asleep in the sun.’ he adviseddrily. 'Or you could have third-degree burns toadd to your other problems.’ Camillagrimaced swiftly,then rummagedfor the protective lotion she used. She saidlightly. ‘I seem to be a walking disaster today.’ 'Not just today.’ The contradiction was flat,with an underlying note of anger. 'You havecaused difficulties ever since you arrived here.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'You're not so easy to deal with yourself.’Camillabegan to apply the lotion to her armsand legs, glad to bend her head and let her damp hair form a curtain against the brooding intensity of his gaze. ‘I did not intend to be,’he reminded her.'Yet here we are.’ He paused. 'Shall nego-tiations begin?' 'Yes.’ She was smoothing the lotion over theswell of her breasts above the brief bikini cups, and across the flatness of her abdomen, acutelyaware that he was following every movement,a faint smile curling the corners of his mouth. There was reminiscence in that smile, andsomething altogether more edged and dangerous that she preferred not toanalyse . 'Atleast, I—I suppose so.' The smile widened. He held out his hand.'Turn over,matiamou, and I will oil yourback.’ 'No, thank you,KyriosNicos.’She replacedthe cap on the bottle very precisely. The lastthing in the world she could afford was to feelhis hands on her again, she thought, a sharptremor running through her senses. 'As you'vereminded me, I'm not here to sunbathe.' 'Such formality,’ he mocked. 'A business meeting is a formal occasion.’She gave him a direct look.'Although todayyou've let me see how kind you can be—to allsorts of people.I only wish you could spatesome kindness forKatie, and Spiro.’ He shrugged. 'Sometimes the greatkindness lies in cruelty. I'm sure you've heard that.’ 'Yes,’ she said. 'But I'm not sure I believeit.’ ‘Then you should,’ he said softly. 'Also thatyou should not let your heart rule your head.That can lead only to—disaster.' Camillalooked up at the fierce blue arc ofthe sky. She heard herself say, 'Was it here thatyou met her—your wife?' and braced herselffor an icy snub, or, at worst, an explosion. 'Yes, it was here.' He looked away at thehorizon. 'They used the north of the island as location for a film—a thriller.' His smile waswintry. 'Not a very good one. It never went ongeneral release. And she was afraid, I think, that her career would never amount to morethan films like that.' He shrugged slightly. 'Shewas ready for a change of direction—which Iprovided.’ Camilla's breath caught in her throat. Shesaid, 'There must have been more to it thanthat.' 'Ohsat first, yes.There was certainlypassion.’ His voice slowed to a drawl. 'She wasa beautiful, radiant creature, myRachelle. Tomake love with her was to taste paradise. Everyday was filled with sunshine. It was easy toforget that winter must follow.' He looked down at the glass he held,its stem in his lean, strong fingers. Hands thatcould crush, if they chose,Camillathought, aswell as rescue—and caress. His words were likebruises on her mind.‘A beautiful, radiantcreature’.Quite the opposite to ordinaryCamillaDryden. To her surprise, his voice went on. ‘At first,she loved it here.’ His tone was quiet, almostreflective. 'She thought it quaint. That shouldhave warned me. It was the view of a tourist—someone passing through, who looks but doesnot see. She knew that I had other homes inother places, but this was my island—the Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • placeto which I would always return. She seemed toaccept that. She seemed also to want, as I did,a settled life—children.’ His mouth twisted. 'I forgot, of course, thatshe was an actress. For a while it suited her toplay the part of my wife—docile and devoted.Then she began to want more—always more.Whenever I went away, she insisted on goingtoo, even though I'd warned her it would notalways be possible—that there were times whenI had to travel light and fast.Rachelleneededher entourage—her maid, a major domo to ensure fresh flowers and champagne in everysuite, her personal chef. She needed to becentre-stage, but with me there were timeswhen work had to come first, when I couldnot be there at the restaurants—the theatres—the parties.’ His voice was weary. 'She was like a childrobbed of its toys. She was lonely—I neglectedher. She was young and she would enjoy-with me or without me—' Camillabroke in urgently. 'Youdon't have to tell me this.' ‘Ah, but I do.' For a moment the dark eyesglittered at her. His voice deepened. 'You askedthe question, you must listen to the answer- ail of it, if you wish to understand.’ He lookedaway again, his brows drawing together as ifhe was in pain. 'It was at one of those partiesI could not attend thatRachellebegan to ex-periment seriously with the drug that eventuallykilled her.' He sighed. ‘I knew there had been earlier ex-periences, but she'd sworn her involvement hadbeen minimal—that it was behind her. I wascaught up in a deal, working day and night.I—missed the warning signs.' He tossed backthe remains of his wine, and replaced the glassin the basket. 'Perhaps I didn't want to see them. When Irealisedwhat was going on, I arranged for herto have treatment. She wept, clung to me, sworeit would never happen again. She was just sobored...’ He flung his head back, the muscles in histhroat taut. 'I wanted so badly to believe her.I blamed myself for leaving her so much to herself. I hadrealised , of course, by then thatour expectations of marriage were completelyopposed. But I still thought a child might heal the breach - givesom purpose to our lives.’ He paused, 'Thensheagent had been in touch—that she had thechance of a major role.’ His voice was hard asstone, andCamillafelt her heart twist in pityat the starkness in his face. "I had my life, shesaid; she should be allowed to have hers. There would be plenty of time in the future for children, if we wanted them. In the meantime, she had been advised to play down our marriage altogether.’ He laughed bitterly. "She could have saidnothing more damaging to my pride—to my sense of family. I was angry. Wequarrelled , and I left. I think I expected her to follow. Butshe did not. For a while she had all the success she had dreamed of. But it was never enough.She always wanted a new sensation—a new high—and there was one sure way to provide it.’ 'She continued to be treated for addiction.Although we were apart, almost completely estranged,I paid at first. Later it was the studio, until she became totally unreliable and they sacked her.’ He cleared his throat. 'She called me—toldme she was going underground—renting acabin in the hills while she tried to get her headtogether.That she needed to be alone.’ Hemade a small sound in his throat. 'She wasfound in the motel room a week later. She hadnot been there alone—far from it—but noneof her—companions ever came forward.' 'Oh, God.’Camillaforced the words froma dry throat. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • He turned his head slowly and looked at her. ‘You wonder why I have told you this—spokenof things I hoped were buried forever? It is tomake you understand at last why I must protect my family—stop them from making the samemistakes as I did.’ His shrug was cynical. ‘Oh, you will tell me thatCatherineis not Rachelle,Thatmy wife carried within her the seeds ofher own destruction. But it is not that simple.’ He beat a clenched fist into the palm of hishand. 'When you are young, you think lovecan solve everything—that it can tear down thebarriers of background and culture. Overcomeall difficulties and misunderstandings.' Heshook his head. 'I know that is a fallacy. I hadmoney, and power, but I could not offerRachellewhat she wanted, or save her from what she ultimately chose.’ 'And I will not have Spiro hurt as I was—constantly reaching for your sister across awidening abyss of bitterness and estrangement.’ It was all there in his voice—the anger, theregret, the underlying sense of desolation. There wasa loneliness , an isolation in thetense, dark figure beside her that caughtCamillaby the throat. Although the things he'dspoken of were light-years fromher own ex-perience, the instinct to offer some kind ofcomfort, however inadequate, wasoverwhelming. Kneeling beside him, she said his name. Puta hand tentatively on the smooth skin of hisshoulder.Felt the hard muscle clench beneath her touch, and the harsh tremor which seemedto shake his whole body. He turned to her swiftly, almost savagely, adark flame in his eyes and burning on hismouth as it possessed hers.Camillakissed himback,her lips parting to allow the urgent aching dart of his tongue, her first shy restraintfell away.Nic's arms went round herhard, tightening almost convulsively as if hewas trying to ruse their bodies into a single entity, as the kiss went on, blurring reality intoa fevered awareness only of themselves, and aneed that could not be denied. Camillawas breathing his breath, absorbedinto the fierce hurry of his heartbeat. When hisweight carried her backwards, downwards onto the straw mat, she had no thought of re-sistance. Her hands went up to hold him—toclaim him as her man.To offer herself as his woman. For a moment, he reared above her, hisbreathing ragged, his eyes searching her face.Then he said hoarsely,'Matiamou,' and bent to her. Impatiently, he wrenched the fragile bikini-top apart,then cupped her bare breasts in hishands, lifting them so that his lips could explore their delicate roundness more fully. She felt her nipples harden in sensuous response,the joy of this remembered intimacy invadingher like a warm tide. His mouth closed overone rosy tumescent peak, tugging persuasivelyat first, then more compellingly, forcing ahusky moan of pleasure from her taut throat. He laughed softly against her skin. 'Is thatgood,pedhimou—my little one?' Her voice cracked. 'Oh, God, you mustknow…’ 'Yes.’ he said on a breath of satisfaction.'Nowiknow.' He began to kiss her again, hismouth feathering against hers, demanding, yetwithholding, in a teasing but wholly inexorablearousal. 'Touch me,agapemou ,’ he whisperedhoarsely. 'I need to feel your hands on me.' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • She reached for him, hands framing his face,feeling the faint roughness along hisjawline ,then clung to his shoulders, her body archinglike a cat's as his own fingers moved slowlydown her body in soft, stroking exploration, tracing the gentle valley between her breasts,the fragile shell of her ribcage?thetender flesh inside her elbows, and down to the pulses flut- tering like humming birds in her wrists, andacross to the flat plane of her stomach, and thedelicate thrust of her hipbones. Where his hands moved, his mouth followedlike sweet, dangerous fire, tasting her asif she were some exquisite banquet arrayed forhis delectation. Camillamoved restlessly, little helpless sounds breaking from her throat as she strayeddown her own tactile paths, her hands glidingover the strength of bone and fierce tension ofmuscle. There wasa warmth inside her aspotent as the great brazen sun above them, and an ache as deep as the restless sea. For the firsttime in her life, she was totally at the mercy ofneeds she had never imagined. The carefullystructured barriers of control and reserve had splintered into sensation and earning. She was hardly aware that the caressinghands had stripped away her bikini briefs, until he touched her at the silken, moltencore of herwomanhood, the lean fingers stroking her,lifting her on to a dizzying spiral of blind, moaning acceptance. Through half-closed eyes she saw him rearover her, head and shoulders gilded by an auralike flame. He was naked too now, a god ofbronze and copper. Apollo, she thought dazedly, whose sun wasaround her, and within her, devouring her—consuming her. She felt the sleek velvet hardness of him be-tween her thighs, seeking her. His hands werebeneath her, raising her—challenging her to meet his urgency with her own. For a moment, the tautness of her innermuscles resisted his penetration, and a smallshocked sob rose in her throat.Nic bent his head, his mouth closing on hers, stifling thetiny sound, whispering soft words of re assurance, as, slowly and with forbearance, hecoaxed her body to relax again, and yield upits last secret to him. Sheathed within her, he held her close for a while, his lips soothing her with gentle sensu-ality, as she accustomed herself to the realityof this, the ultimate intimacy. Then, still without haste, he began to move,smoothly, easily, luring her to join him to echothe eternal rhythms of passion, so strange toher, and yet, at the same time, so right and familiar. Pleasure began slowly to unfurl inside herlike a leaf in spring, beckoning her to a deeperresponse. She clung to him, fingers digging intohis sweat-slicked shoulders, legs locked round his waist, letting her body pulse in time withhis, the sudden harshness of her breathingechoing, commingling withNic's . All herbeing, mental and physical, was concentratednow—fixed, almost with bewilderment, on theflowering of these new, intense sensations deep within her. With every powerful thrust ofNic's loins,she seemed to be carried nearer some namelessbut attainable goal, driven on by instinct,seeking blindly for some surcease from thefierce maelstrom of craving he'd created in her. Every nerve-ending was vibrating suddenly.She was gasping for breath, her head thrashingwildlyfrom side to side, her mouth framing words of need—of entreaty. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'Yes.' His voice seemed to reach her from some vast distance. ‘Yes,agapemou .' She felt a faint judder, down in the depthsof her being, a sweet, hot, ineffable tremblingthat was spreading, gaining momentum, takingpossession of her, forcing her into an upwardspiral of sharp, half-crazy delight. She could hear herself moaning, her voicethick, like a stranger's, as the spiral deepened,intensified almost unbearably, keeping her on the screaming edge of some undreamed-ofsensation. Then, as she thought she could stand nomore—that she was going to die—the spiralbroke, and she was free, her body convulsedby tremors as strong as the earth, her mind tornapart by the exquisite savagery of her release. As she fought for breath, for sanity, sheheardNic's breathing change, quickenhoarsely. She saw him fling back his head sud-denly, the muscles in his throat like whipcord,his face strained, almost anguished. Then she felt, like silken fire, the molten reality ofhisownclimax. She held him close, floating down with himfrom one plane of golden, honeyed satisfac-tion to the next, as their bodiesquietened andgave them peace at last. CHAPTER ELEVEN I LOVE you. Camillapressed her mouth to the damp,heated skin ofNic's shoulder, damming backthe words which rang in her head, and sang inher heart. Words, she reminded herself, that hewould not want to hear from her—ever. Therealisation chilled through the heavenlyeuphoria which had succeeded their love-making. Up to then, she'd been lying in hisarms, head pillowed on his chest, enjoying thetouch of his fingers as they lazily caressed thecurve of her hip. Now, she moved restively as awarenessflooded back, alerting other emotions.Reminding her with merciless clarity precisely how far she'd allowed herself to stray from herself-imposed guidelines of morality andcommon sense. She sat up abruptly, reaching for her bikiniwith hands that shook. 'What is it?'Nic lifted himself on to an elbow and studied her, a faint frown drawing the darkbrows together. 'Nothing.’ she said, then amended swiftly,'Just that it's getting late, that's all.' 'Is that really all,matiamouT He took herchin in his hand, forcing her to meet hisgaze.1 think I see regret in your eyes.’ 'Well, please don't worry aboutit.’ Her voicewas brittle as she jerked herself away from hisgrasp. 'I can't imagine I'm the first to be sweptaway by your fabulous technique, and come toher senses when it's too late.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • His gaze sharpened. 'You think I plannedthis? Let me remind you that you asked to comewith me today.’ 'I haven't forgotten.' Her laugh cracked inthe middle. ‘Those whom the gods wish todestroy, they first make mad.’ I should haveremembered that.’ 'Madness?'Nicshook his head. 'I think itwas the hand of fate which brought us together here.’ 'I don't believe in fate.’ She'd saidbefore—a lifetime ago. Now fate had punishedher lack of faith with thecruellest of revenges.She lifted her chin. 'You said you could haveme whenever you wanted. It must be won-derful to be infallible.’ 'Don't talk like a fool,' he said with suddenbrusqueness. 'You must believe me,Camilla.I did not intend this to happen.’ 'Oh, I do believe it.’ Fighting for control,she laced her tone with scorn. 'Two paternitysuits in one family might be too much tohandle, even for you.’ 'Is that all that concerns you?' His voice wasvery quiet.'The legal—financial implications?’ ‘What else is there?' She felt very weary sud-denly, and close to tears. 'That's what we camehere to discuss in the first place.’ She buriedher teeth in her lower lip. 'Until, of course, Ilet myself be so expertly side-tracked.' Nicreached for his own clothes, began to drag them on. 'Then perhaps all future dis-cussions should be conducted by our lawyers,'he said harshly.‘ Then there will be no danger of any - personal elements intruding. 'Our lawyers'.Camillafound herselfthinking numbly of elderlyMr.Cranshawwhohad dealt so kindly with the aftermath of herparents' death. Was he up to the kind of hard-nosed legal battle which theXandreou legal ex-perts could enforce? Somehow she didn't thinkso. Because she didn't yet know, of course, whathad transpired at the Villa Apollo in theirab-sence.They were all taking it for granted thatif Spiro regained his memory he would still wantKatieand acknowledge his baby. But nothing was certain in this hideously shiftingworld. MaybeNic's undoubted influence overhis brother would prevail in the end after all.Spiro might well decide he could not afford todisregard his brother's plans for his future. I came here to help, she thought. And all I've managed to dois make everything athousand times worse—not just forKatie, but for myself as well. The possibility of a future as a single motherwas just too hideous to contemplate. But it waswhat she'd invited just the same. Just the touch ofNic's mouth on hers, thebrush of his fingers on her skin, and all herresolve seemed to melt away in a need that transcended common sense and logic. And shewould have to live with the consequences, whatever they were. Her life was in pieces, at any rate, she ac-knowledged with a kind of desperate clarity.Somehow she had to drag it into shape again.Dismiss this pitiful creature at the mercy of her own physicality. Find again Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • the cool, sensiblepersona she'd once possessed. If I can, she thought sorrowfully. If that girlstill exists. Or is she now, no more, no less, forbetter or worse, simplyXandreou's woman? The return trip was a silent one.Camillasat inthe bow, staring ahead of her. The sea haddarkened into a faint swell, and the air seemedstill and almost threatening—or was that merelythe suggestion of her own inner tensions? She'd presumed thatNic would return her tothe beach below the sea house, but instead heturned Calliope towards the landing stage below the Villa Apollo. She turnedguestioningly, and saw him laying aside a pair of bin- oculars, his black brows drawn together in afrown. A tremor of apprehension crept down her spine. Peering ahead, she could just make outa figure on the landing stage, his arms semaphoring for attention. Yannis, she thought, swallowing. And noprizes for guessing the reason behind the franticsignalseither. She straightened her shoulders,bracing herself mentally.Nic was angry enoughhe found out he'd been duped… Her heart was hammering. She found herselfwordlessly begging Apollo the Healer to make it somehow all right. They arrived at the landingstage,Nicas the other man burstinto a flood of excited Greek.Nic listened tautly, his mouth set in grim lines. WhenYannispaused for breath, he nodded curtly, thenturned and looked atCamilla, the dark eyesnarrowed, his face harsh with silent accu-sation. Helplessly, she gazed back at him,trying not to lethimsee that she was shaking.He swung himself lithely on to the landing stage, and he andYannis began to run up the sloping narrow path which led to the villa.Camillahad no choice but to follow. The leavesand twigs of unknown shrubs brushed her asshe passed. Something with thorns caught her dress and she tore it free as she ran. In the dis-tance, she heard the first faint rumble of thunder. A storm, she thought, a bubble of hysteriawelling up inside her. There was going to be a storm, and she needed to reach the villa beforeit broke. The path became steps, and she wentup them, two at a time, breathless but driving herself on. There was a glimmer of turquoiseahead of her somewhere that she knew was theswimming-pool, and she pushed through the last of the encircling bushes, throat dry, heart hammering, hand pressed to the stitch in her side. The little tableau had been established on theterrace outside thesaloni. Spiro was in a chair, his injured leg sup-ported by a stool.Katiestood beside him, herhand in his. It was as simple as that, but theirtranquillity, their happiness, their sense of totalbelonging was almost tangible. Camillahalted,her throat tightening, tears stinging at her eyes. They looked so righttogether, she thought. SurelyNic would be ableto see that, and forgive. But he didn't look particularly com-passionate, she saw with a pang. He wasquietly, furiously angry, colour burning alonghis cheekbones, his mouth a straight line. He was a powerful man. His rage could bedestructive, and Spiro andKatiewere so young,so vulnerable. She wanted to get between them,to useherself as a shield. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • He said softly in English, 'So, little brother,your memory has returned. God be thanked.' ‘Yes.' Spiro spoke in the same language.'And, withProvidence, you must also thankKatie, who is soon to be my wife.’ The wordswere calm, measured. He liftedKatie's handand pressed it to his cheek in a gesture of tender possession, then gaveNic a level look. ‘I hope,Nicos , ourmarriage will have your blessing, but I mustwarn you it will happen anyway, whateveryoud decide.’ ‘Then you have notrecovered your senses along with your memory.A pity.'Nic'svoice was harsh. ‘Nic.'Arianna , who had been standing in theshadow by the long windows withDr.Deroulades, and an anxiousEleni , interposedherself. 'Katiehas given Spiro back to us—like a miracle. You must accept their love, approveit—welcomeKatieto our family.’ 'Be silent.’ He didn't even look at her. 'Goto your room,Arianna . I shall not forget yourpart in this. Or yours,Petros .’ he added asArianna, unwontedly subdued, turned awayinto the house, her fist pressed to her mouth. The doctor said quietly, ‘That was a risk Ihad to take for Spiro's sake. I must alwaysthink it was worth it. And now your brothershould rest.’ Nic'sbody was taut as a bowstring.'Ofcourse.'He looked atKatie. 'Yanniswill driveyou back to the sea house,thespinis.You— and your sister.’ Spiro shook his head, his tone suddenly fierce. ‘Katiestays here. My mistake wasever to allow her out of my sight.’ 'And my error was to allow you out of mine.’The retort was hard, butNic walked over tobending to draw his brother into afierce embrace. For a long moment they heldeach other in silence. Camillafound herself choking back a sob.Over the sea a streak of fire forked through thedarkening sky, to be followed almost at once by an ominous growl. She watched Spiro helped up on to hiscrutches,Katieassisting, her young face furrowedin concern, as the small procession wended its way into the villa. Leaving her alone withNic in the gathering storm. 'Quite a conspiracy.’His tone was decep-tively laconic. The hooded eyes told hernothing. 'Was anyone not involved, I wonder,apart fromYannis andEleni ?' She touched her tongue to her dry lips. ‘I - Ididn't want to deceive you, but there seemedno other way to giveKatieand Spiro their chance.’ ‘And I played right into your beguilinghands,’ hesaid softly, his mouth curling incontempt.'My congratulations. You weremost—convincing in your efforts to hold myattention—even to making the ultimate sac-rifice.’ He shook his head in cynical won-derment. 'Can sisterly devotion ever ask more?'His voice cut her like a whip. She flinchedand stepped back. 'It wasn't like that. You know that.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'No?' His brows lifted. 'Then tell me howit was, honey girl, with your saint's eyes andsinner's body.’ I loved you, she thought. I wanted to makeup to you for all the pain—all the loneliness. And now I've brought it all down on myselfinstead, because I can't tell you. 'Well?' he said too gently. 'I am waiting.’ Camillabit her lip. 'You talk as if I plannedit somehow…’ She stopped abruptly,colourrushing into her face as sherealised he waslaughing soundlessly. 'No, no,agapemou . You forget. That waswhat youaccused me of doing. Quite a master-stroke, all that injured, ruined innocence. Theseducer reproached by his victim.’ His voicedeepened in harsh mockery. 'A second ac-complished actress to add to my collection, andI never guessed.’ Another lightning flash flickered in the sky,the accompanying thunder closer, louder. 'I wondered what you were hiding from me,matiamou,’the relentless voice went on. 'Andnow I know—the corruption behind the maskof virtue.The lies behind the appearance ofcandour.No wonder you didn't want me to look into your eyes.’ The sky was pressing down on her. The airfelt thick, making it difficult to breathe. She saw thatYannis had returned, and waswaiting, hands on hips, forNic's orders.Ordersthat would take her back to the sea house and away from him forever. Here, she thought unsteadily, here, where ithad begun, was where it would end inacrimony, bitterness and misunderstanding.The wheel had come full circle. She said huskily, 'You must believe what youwant. I thought I was acting for the best. Andplease don't punishKatiefor my mistakes. Justremember—she reached for Spiro across theabyss—and brought him to safety.’ She turned and walked away, moving almostblindly, as the first heavy drops of rain beganto fall. Camillafolded a white cotton shirt and laid iton top of her case then glanced round theroom, checking the empty cupboards anddrawers. But no trace of her brief occupation remained. It was very quiet in the sea house.Soula hadgone to visit her sister in aneighbouring village,andYannis was drivingKatieand Spiro intothe mountains for dinner at a romantically remote tavern. 'Come with us.’Katiehad urged. 'Darling,you can't spend your last evening on your own.’ 'Oh, but I can.'Camillahad smiled at her.‘I’ve no intention, my pet, of playing goose-berry. Anyway, I've far too much to do thisevening. I'm catching the early ferry,remember.' In spite ofKatie's protests,Camillahad in-sisted on returning toEnglandbefore thewedding. 'I can't tryMrsStrathmore's patience anyfurther,' she'd said. 'I need that job. Andanyway, now that Spiro's hopping around oncrutches, you'll be off to the mainland to meetthe rest of theXandreou clan.' 'Yes.’Katiehad grimaced slightly. The auntsin thePeloponnesesound a bit formidable.' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'You'll have them eating out of your handin no time,'Camillahad reassured her. ‘Then,before you know it, you'll be married.’ But for all her brave words, the last thing inthe world she'd wanted was her own companytonight. But making a third withKatieandSpiro, being on the edge of their coruscatinghappiness, was more than she could handle, shethought wretchedly. It had undoubtedly been the worst week ofher life. She'd returned to the sea house on the nightof the storm, wandering through the rooms,unable to sleep, or even relax, while it raged itself out. She'd been hollow-eyed and on edge, in con-trast to the calm serenity of the followingmorning, hoping and praying for some messagefromNic . But there had been nothing. The things he'd said, the way he'd looked at her with such contempt, seemed to be seared across her consciousness. It had been almost a relief to hear fromAriannathat he'd gone toAthens. 'And I hope hisZoeputs him in a bettertemper.’ she'd added sourly. 'He is still barelyspeaking to me. Of course he is pleased aboutSpiro, but he cannot bear to be wrong.' ‘I shouldn't imagine it happens very often,'Camilla had saiddrily , biting her lip until she tasted blood as an image ofNic , naked with asinuous Greek beauty in his arms, had im-pinged on her imagination. 'Oh, well.’Arianna had shrugged. 'He willcome round.’ Camillahad decided she wouldn't hold herbreath waiting for it to happen.Nic wouldnever appreciate being made a fool of, but thathad seemed a risk worth taking in the cir-cumstances. What he would find impossible to forgive, however, was the belief that she hadduped him sexually. Used her body as bait as shegot himto confide in her about his relationship withRachelle. He opened the door to me on his privatenightmare, she thought desolately. He'll hateme for that. Once, in those first hopeful days, she'd seenCalliopein the bay, under sail, and had thoughtfor a few heart-stopping moments that she washeading for the sea house, only to watch thecaique'stan sail disappear round the headland,and out of sight. She wondered if she would manage to findthe emotional strength to come back for thewedding, once the break withKarthos had beenmade. Maybe by then she'd have pulled her life together—stopped hurting quite so much, shethought. Although that would largely dependon whether or not she was expectingNic's baby,she reminded herself unhappily. She looked at herself in the mirror, notingalmost objectively her shadowed eyes and thehollows beneath her cheekbones. No doubt about it,Dryden, you're an all-round mess, she told herself. The sudden bang of the main door made herjump. She heard the click of heels across thetiles, then the Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • door of her room crashed openandArianna stood there,dishevelled and outof breath. 'Camilla.’ Her voice was almost hysterical.'You must help me—save me fromNicos .' And she burst into tears. 'What are you talking about?'Camillalooked past her, half expecting to see a vengefulNicclose on her heels. 'Nicoscame back fromAthensan hourago—perhaps more,'Arianna vouchsafed be-tween sobs. 'He was quiet—strange. He sentfor me—told me that whenKatiegoes to thePeloponneseI must accompany her—andstaythere with our aunts until my own marriage hasbeen arranged.' Her pretty face was haggard. 'I argued with him—but he would not listen. And I shall diein the Peloponnese, Indeed, I would rather bedead than marry some stranger he has chosen for me.’ Camillagroaned inwardly. 'You know youdon't mean that.' 1do . WithoutPetros , my life is nothing.AndNicos means to send him away—to ruinhim for disobeying his wishes over Spiro.' 'I'm sure he didn't mean that.’ Somehow,Camillagot the near-hysterical girl into the kitchen and coaxed her to drinksome coffee. 'You don't know.’Arianna said, blotting herface with a handful of tissues. 'Nicosis hard—like a rock—like ice.' She looked pleadingly atCamilla. 'So you will help us,ne?’ ‘I think I'm the last person your brotherwould listen to.’Camillasaid with a sigh. 'Not that—not talking.’Ariannasaid im-patiently. 'I want to leaveKarthos —to go toEnglandwith you, Camilla. Later,Petros cancome for me there, and we will be married. AndI will never see my brother again.' Camillaput her cup down with care. ‘I don’t believe you've thought this through,’ she said. ‘For one thing I leave in the morning...' 'I know that.'Arianna tapped her softleather shoulder-bag. 'I have my passport, alsomoney. No problem.' 'There's the small matter of a seat on the plane.’Camillareminded herdrily . Ariannagave her a haughty look. 'I am aXandreou, They will make room for me.' And I'll be the one left standing on thetarmac,Camillathought. 'What are your plans if you get toEngland?' 'I shall stay with you.’Arianna saidpromptly. 'You can hide me whenNicos comesto search for me—as he will.' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • It sounded like a scenario for a nightmare. 'Yourealise he'll be worried sick as well as damned angry,'Camillasaid curtly. 'You can't treat him like this.' She took a breath. 'Go backand talk to him,Arianna . Tell him how un-happy you are, and why. You may find heunderstands better than you think. But con-frontation won't help, and neither willrunning away.' Ariannabounced to her feet. 'You're sayingyou won't help?' 'It wouldn't be any use to do what you'reasking. I'd just make matters worse, and I'vedone enough of that already.'Camillakept hervoice steady. 'I really think you should go backto the Villa Apollo.’ 'Never,'Arianna flared. 'He would lock mein my room until we left for the mainland,' It occurred toCamillathatNic might have a point. 'Does he know where you are now?' 'No, of course not,'Arianna said scathingly.'He will not know I am gone until tomorrow.' ‘Then go back the way you came—and sleepon it,'Camillaurged. 'You'll both have calmeddown tomorrow, and feel more prepared to be reasonable.’ ‘Ochi.’The Greek girl's face was stormy. 'Ifyou will not help, I make my own way, and tohell for you.' 'With you,'Camillacorrected automati-cally, and with one last furious glareAriannawhirled out of the kitchen. Camillachased after her. 'Where areyou going?' 'Away, now—tonight,' the other flung overher shoulder.'Where no one will find me.' 'Please speak toNic first.’Camillaap-pealed. 'Or I will.' 'I don't think so.'Arianna was triumphant.'There's no telephone here, and you don't havea car. It's a very long walk, I think, and by the time you get there I will be gone—forever.' 'Damnation.’Camillaexploded in frus-tration asArianna drove off. She should have stopped her somehow, andshe knew it.Arianna was quite capable ofdriving to the port and catching the last ferrytoZakynthos , from which there'd be regularflights all overEurope. It would be all too easyfor her to disappear. She felt cold suddenly.Arianna might bespoiled andwilful , but she'd led a sheltered life,and that, coupled with her beauty, made hervulnerable. I can't just let her vanish into the night, shethought frantically. But I can't follow hereither—not on foot, or from the back ofbeyond. But she must do something.Nic thoughtbadly enough of her as it was, and nothingcould change that, but she couldn't letAriannacharge unhindered down a road to self-destruction. Whatever Greek men might do with theirlives,Camillahad already deduced that therules which applied to Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • women were very dif-ferent. And a headlong flight byXandreou'ssister was just the thing to set malicious tongues wagging. IfArianna broke the code, however un-reasonable itmight seem to an outsider, theXandreoufamily pride and prestige could be damaged, perhaps irrevocably. AndAriannaandPetros would become exiles, with no way back. She thought,I can't let it happen. From the terrace, she could see the lights ofthe Villa Apollo shimmering across the silkencalm of the sea. They looked almost close enough to touch, but she knew that was anillusion. But they were within swimming distance.Nichimself had told her so, a lifetime ago, when things were still simple between them. She stood very still for a moment, thinking.She'd swum regularly in the bay, and never come across any potentially dangerous cur-rents there. And there was no breeze tonight.If she took it steadily, she could make it. She didn't allow time for second thoughts.She dragged her one-piece blue swimsuit outof the case, and put it on. It was the one she wore to the local baths at home. I'll pretend that's where I am—seeing how many lengths I can do, she told herself deter-minedly, ignoring the nervous flutters in herstomach. She left her wrap and sandals at the foot ofthe steps, then, taking a deep breath, ran downto the edge of the sea. CHAPTER TWELVE Thewater felt chilly against her warm skin.Camillawaded in till it was chest-high,thenstruck out smoothly, deliberately not hurrying. It was a totally different experience,somehow, swimming at night. The dark waterwas mysterious, full of whispers andmovement. Once something seemedto brashpast her, and she bit back a cry, reminding herself of the shoals of fish she'd swum amongin daylight. It could even have been a strandof weed, or just her imagination playing tricks. As soon as she felt tired, she turned on toher back and floated for a while until she wasrested enough to go on. There was a brief sickleof a moon above her now, like a friendlybeaconslighting her way towards her lover—her enemy. She changed her stroke to a crawl, cutting easily through the water. She seemed to bemaking real headway now, with the lights fromthe Villa Apollo appearing much closer at last.She must be well past the point of no return,she thought, her heart jumping nervously. Don't think about that, she adjured herself.Concentrate on your breathing, and moving your arms and legs correctly to take full ad-vantage of every stroke.Textbook stuff. But she needed more than theory to get herthrough tonight. A fair helping of luckwouldn't come amiss, she thought, treadingwater to get her bearings. This time, to herdismay, her destination seemed as far Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • away as ever. Maybe she was doomed to swim forever,like some ill-fated mermaid, while the Villa Apollo, likeNic himself, stayed always out ofreach. I was crazy to have started this, she thought, suddenly aware of how cold she was getting,how increasingly difficult it was to maintainthat first easy rhythm. But she mustn't think like that. It wasn't justdefeatist, but downright dangerous. Somehowshe had to go on. The choice was out of her hands. All the choices had been out of her handssince the moment she'd first set foot onKarthos. Sherealised that now. She'd been theplaything of fate since day one. And if she went down into the sea—the wine-dark sea—that would be fate too.And it wouldbe so easy. She felt the drag of the water at herweary limbs. And then remembered what hadbrought her this far. Nic, she thought dazedly, pushing her achingbody forward. She had to see him—to tellhim—something. What exactly didn't seem tomatter anymore. The important thing was tosee him—to hear his voice—to touch him oncemore before she left—before the old, drab lifeclosed over her head like the sea. In her head, she seemed to hear him calling her, urging her on. Eyes closed, arms and legs like lead, she concentrated every nerve, everymuscle, every scrap of will on survival. She was hardly aware of the light at first. Itwas only a faint blur behind her tired eyelids, but with every stroke it seemed to swell andgrow until it filled the universe. And there werevoices too—men's voices, shouting something. Her flailing arms brushed something solid-planking, sherealised dazedly—then some-thing seized her, held her, pulling her up intothe light. She cried out in fright, and pain as hermuscles protested. When she opened her eyes,she found herself lyingonCalliope's deck, withNicbending over her. She barelyrecognised him. His face was grey,his voice hoarse. 'What have you done?’ he de-manded. 'In the name of God, why are youhere? Are you insane?' She wanted to put up a hand and smoothaway the haggard lines beside his mouth, the crease between his brows. Her heart cried out,I love you. Her mouth tried to form the words. From a great distance she heard her voice,husky andlaboured , say, 'Arianna'srun away.You—you must stop her.' Then she fainted. She was in the sea again, the water lappinground her, loading her down, enclosing her sothat she couldn't breathe—and she was strug-gling, fighting her way to the surface. 'Be still,pedhimou. You are safe now.' She forced open her weighted lids, andlooked up intoNic's grave face. She was lyingin a bed, she realised , with blankets wrapped round her, swaddling her. That was why she'dfelt she couldn't move. 'You have to rest—keep warm,' he saidquietly.Petros's orders must be obeyed.' Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'Petros?’Camillafrowned as memory beganto nudge at her. 'Is he here? But surely...’ 'He is downstairs withArianna .' He paused for a moment. 'After she left you, she went tohim, it seems, and he brought her back.’ ‘Oh, thank God.’Camillafelt sudden tearsscalding her eyes. 'Please—don't be angry withher. She's so unhappy.’ 'Indeed?' The dark brows lifted quizzically.'When I saw her last, she was smiling anddrinking champagne in celebration of her engagement.’ 'Engagement?'Camillaran her tongue roundher dry lips. ‘ToPetros , naturally.'Nic'sgaze bored into her. 'Or did you think I was blind to what wasgoing on?' 'But she said you had plans for her—an ar-ranged marriage.’ He shrugged. 'I was testing her,' he saidflatly. 'I wanted to discover if she really lovedPetros, or was simply enjoying the drama of asecret romance. He is too good—as a man, andas a friend—to be at the mercy of her whimsand fancies, if she had no serious intentionstowards him.' He smiled faintly. 'But as shewas prepared to abandon everything for ahand-to-mouth existence with him on the other side of Europe, I had to believe her sincerity.' He sighed. 'I only hope he knows what heis taking on.’ he addeddrily . His smile becameslightly crooked. 'So true love triumphs overcircumstances again,Camilla. You should bedelighted.Another victory for you.’ 'I had nothing to do with it,7she protested,suddenly and uncomfortably aware that shewas naked inside the cocoon of blankets. 'ButI'm glad that everything's worked out forthem.’ she added rather stiltedly. 'Even if I didmake that swim for nothing.’ 'Ah, yes,' he said softly. ‘That swim.’ Hepaused, andCamillafelt tension crackle in theair.'You crazy little fool. Don't you know youcould have drowned?' She forced a smile to trembling lips. 'It didoccur to me—several times. But I had to tellyou—to warn you whatArianna intended.’ There was a silence,then he said, 'Was thatthe only reason?' She felt a wave of betraying warmth sweepover her. 'There was no other way to reach you.’ she prevaricated. Nicshook his head. 'That was not what Iasked,matiamou, and you know it.’ She said in a little rush, 'I couldn'tbear to see you hurt again. I knew ifAriannatalked to you, told you how she felt,you'd understand.’ ‘You had more faith in me that she did,’ he said with a touch of grimness. She didn’t look at him. ‘Perhaps you don’t see things too clearly when you’re in love,’ she said in a low voice. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • ‘No.’ His voice was reflective. ‘So - it was just forArianna’s sake that you chose to risk your life?’ She picked at the edging of a blanket.‘Not - totally.’ ‘So?’ She sighed. ‘I didn’t want to leave - with all the misunderstandings between us.’ ‘Tell me something.’Nic’s fingers closed round her chin, tilting it so that he could study her flushed face. ‘When you came with me toMarynthos - and afterwards - was it only so that your sister could met with Spiro?’ ‘No,’ she said. ‘At least - I wouldn’t have pushed myself on to you as I did - but if you’d asked me, I’d have gone with you.’ She stopped, confused and miserable. ‘You were right all along, you see. I was - yours for the taking, only I didn’t want to admit it.’ Her little laugh cracked in the middle.‘Just another of Xandreou’s women after all.’ ‘You flatter me,’ he said with irony. He released her. ‘I’ll carve another notch on thebedhead , and we’ll part friends. Is that what you want?’ What I want? She could have shrieked at him. Body, heart and soul, I ache - burn for you. She said - ‘I hope we can be friends, certainly. Maybe one day you’ll come to see thatKatieand Spiro are happy together, and that the end has justified the means.’ ‘You thought I was angry because I’d been made a fool of,’ he said. ‘But that was only part of it. I was frightened,Camilla.Scared that when Spiro regained his memory I might lose him.’ He sat for a moment, looking down at his hands, his face brooding. ‘We quarreled, you see, before the accident,’ he went on. ‘I said cruel things - damaging things about your sister.Made assumptions that he resented. I have never seen him so angry - so determined. He said he was going to her, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. That if his marriage to her meant a complete breach between us, then that was how it would be.’ He shook his head. ‘We were both furious - emotional. I knew he was driving to the ferry - I should have stopped him - calmed him down. He wasn’t fit to be in charge of a car, and I knew it. But I let him go.’ His voice broke. Spiro slumped over thewheel, I knew I could never forgive myself.’ His voice sank almost to a whisper. ‘I feared that when Spiro remembered it would only be the anger - the bitterness. Both he andArianna - I have had to be responsible for them for so long - more like their father than theirbrother. I suppose I wanted to protect themboth—too much.’ ‘I felt the same withKatie,'Camillacon-fessed. 'I wasn't overjoyed when she first toldme about Spiro, believe me.' He smiled faintly. 'Ido,pedhimou. Weboth—underestimated them perhaps.’ He threwhis head back. ‘I came torealise that whileSpiro had that blank in his memory he be-longed to me—depended on me again, and Iwas disgusted at my own selfishness—my owncowardice.' ‘But in reality you had nothing to fear.’Camillasaid softly. Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • 'No.’ he admitted. 'Spiro has been—gen-erous.Your sister also.’ He reached out andtook her hand, staring at her fingers as if he was committing them to memory. 'If I hadchosen her myself, I could have found no bettermatch for him. I—see that now.’ She bit her lip, feeling tears sting at her eyes.'You can be generous too,KyriosXandreou.’ 'I need to make amends,KyriaDryden.’ Hismouth smiled at their formality, but the dark eyes were serious. 'And now it's my turn.’ She swallowed. 'Idid agree to keep you out of the way that day,but only because I felt I had no choice. I feltsuch a fraud when your friends were so nice tome. I found I wanted the day to be real, withno pretence—no hidden agenda.’ 'And it was real?' His voice was harsh sud-denly.'When we were together, a man and awoman with nothing but our need for each other?Or was it morepretence -and pity?' ‘Pity?’sheechoed in shock. ‘Oh God, do you really thing I could have behaved likethat—given myself to you—because I thoughtyou'd had a raw deal with your marriage?' Sheshook her head. 'You don't know me very well.’ He put her hand against his mouth, his lipsgrazing her skin, sending a shiver of sensuousyearning through her body. 'Where do youthink I was going inCalliope tonight,agapemou,when I pulled you from the sea?' 'Going?' She frowned. 'I don't know.’ 'No?' He smiled at her,a tenderness in hisface that she had never seen before.'To the sea house, my Camilla.To ask you to stay—on myknees, if I had to.’ She said with a catch in her voice, ’I thoughtyou went toAthensto get away from me.’ He grimaced. 'So didI . But you've been withme every moment of this endless, damnableweek, invading my thoughts all day, torturingmy dreams at night in spite of myself.’ She looked at him under her lashes, swiftlyand shyly.'In spite ofZoetoo?’ Niclooked resigned.'My beloved sister, nodoubt.I shall instructPetros to beat her regu-larly when they are married. Yes, my sweetdevil, in spite ofZoe, who found me poorcompany on the one occasion I took her todinner. However, I don't know which of us wasmore surprised when I suddenly heard myselftelling her I would not be seeing her again. 'That moment was like a catalyst. I knewthen what I had been fighting so desperately todeny.’ He framed her face very gently in hishands. 'That I love you,matiamou, my sweetgirl who gave me the innocence in her eyes.' Camillasaid with a little sob, 'Oh,Nic .’ 'Hear me out,agapemou . When Spiro calledme to say you planned to leave tomorrow, Icancelled my meetings and flew back. I couldnot let things rest as they were between us. Ihad to see you—to tell you what was in myheart—to ask you if we could cancel out theunkindness, the mistrust, and begin again.’ Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    • He smoothed back a strand of still damp hairfrom her forehead. 'I also need to know, mydear one, if you can love me.’ She smiled at him, eyes shining,lipstremulous. 'I lost my battle long ago,kyrie.Why else would I swim further than I've everdone in my life, if not to be with you?' He was very still for a moment, then with a groan helay beside her.gathering her into hisarms as carefully as if she were made of spunglass, planting swift, sweet kisses on her hair, forehead and eyes. ‘I really knew.’ he told her softly, 'that daywhen I saw you with Hara's baby in your arms.It came to me, like a bolt of thunder, how muchI wished to see you holding our child.' 'That's a wish that might be granted soonerthan you think,'Camillasaid ruefully. 'The possibility troubles you?* ’No.’She shook her head. 'But I'd better cutout the strenuous exercise from now on, justin case.' ’Yes.’ he said grimly. 'You will. Dear God.’He smothered a groan. 'How easily I could have lost you.’ 'Never.’She was laughing now, warmly,glowingly provocative as she eased herself outof the encircling blankets and watched theanswering fire kindle inhis dark eyes. 'DarlingNic , it was all fate. I was born to beXandreou's woman.’ ‘No,sigismosmou,’ he said softly as he bentto her, mouth and hands sensuous against herskin, drawing her against the vibrant beat ofhis heart.'Xandreou'swife.’ Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html