Then, given the choice, which will you make, hmm?’
Her face convulsed. ‘Choice? You’re not giving me a choice!’
Anger showed like a flash of lightning in his features.
‘You think you deserve one? Thee mou, you’re a thief! A thief. You stole from me! You had the audacity, the stupidity, to think you could do so with impunity?’ His eyes scorched her, as if he would incinerate her on the spot.
Suddenly a Greek word spat from him. He turned, seizing up the phone on his desk, and punched in a number.
‘Polizei—’
Anna jerked forward.
‘Please—don’t! Don’t…don’t call the police.’
There was panic in her voice. He mustn’t involve the police—he mustn’t! They would investigate the theft, Jenny would realise she’d been found out—and she’d confess—Anna knew she would.
And the consequences would be unthinkable. The case would hit the press, Jenny’s condition would inevitably be exposed in the time it took to come to trial, and when it did she’d lose her baby for ever.
The man who had threatened to take her child from her would arrive to make good his threat. Jenny would lose her freedom and her baby. She’d be branded a criminal and end up in jail, her life ruined, her child taken from her…
And Anna could not let that happen.
Not if there was some way to avoid it.
Slowly, as if from a long distance, she saw Leo Makarios lower the receiver to the handset and turn back to her.
Faintly, forcing her voice to pass her throat, Anna spoke.
‘I need to know…know…exactly what would be involved if I agreed to…to the…the reparation you…you spoke of. I mean—how…how long for…and…when? I mean…’
He was looking at her. Something was in his eyes again, and it made her feel cold.
‘How long?’ he echoed. His voice was silky suddenly. ‘Why, Ms Delane—until I’ve had all I want of you. Or—’ there was a note in his voice that shivered down her spine ‘—until you please me sufficiently to earn your parole. There—is that exact enough for you? Or would you like me to spell out exactly—’ his repetition of the word mocked her ‘—how I envisage you earning your parole?’
He was baiting her, taunting her, wanting her to lash out, scream her defiance, her revulsion at him. She could see it, knew it all the way through her.
And she burned to do it! Burned to tell him to take his disgusting sick ‘choice’ and—
But she couldn’t. Couldn’t do anything except just stand there and let him say such things to her.
‘And…’ She swallowed, forcing herself to go on. ‘And if I…if I agree, then…then you won’t involve the police, or the press, or…anyone else? No one will know except…you?’
His mouth curved in a contemptuous curl.
‘No one will know that you are a thief—is that what you mean?’
‘Yes.’
She stared at him. It was essential, essential that he agreed that. Because somehow she had to keep this from Jenny. Her mind went racing ahead. If she could tell Jenny that she’d safely returned the bracelet, that no one had found out, that it had all gone quiet, she might just save her friend.
What else am I going to have to tell her?
Oh, God, what on earth was she going to say to Jenny? No, she would think about that later. Not now. Not when Leo Makarios was looking at her with a contemptuous expression on his face that would have made her flush with shame if he’d had the cause for it he thought he had.
But he didn’t have cause. She knew he didn’t!
So was that why she lifted her chin and stared back at him defiantly, refusing to let herself be cowed, humiliated, ashamed.
She felt her resolve stiffening as she held his coruscating gaze. What did she care what he thought of her? What did she care if he thought her a thief or not? Because she knew exactly what she thought about him—a man who’d walked into her bedroom last night in the sublime assumption that she was just going to sigh with gratitude and lie down for him…
No—don’t think about that!
Because if she thought then she might remember, and if she remembered then she might…
She might prefer Leo Makarios to phone the police after all…
But she couldn’t let him do that.
Oh, God, it was like being crushed between walls closing in on her, closing in—
With a mental strength she hadn’t known she possessed she pushed them apart. She could not collapse now—could not panic, or faint, or burst into tears. She had to keep going—keep going with what she had done. So she went on staring at him defiantly, chin high.
She could see it angered him. See it in the flash of blackness in his eyes, and she was darkly, viscously pleased. She knew it was irrational, and certainly stupid, to anger even more a man who had such cause to be furious with her.
And part of her brain told her it was unjust as well.
He thinks you’re a thief. He’s got a right to be mad with you!
But reason did not hold sway. Somehow keeping Leo Makarios angry with her made her feel safer—safer than Leo Makarios feeling anything else about her…
Or was it?
As Anna stood there, her back pressed against the door, with those heavy-lidded, hard-as-stone eyes boring into her like diamond-tipped drills, a sense of almost overpowering disbelief shuddered through her.
Oh, God, what have I done…?
The words ricocheted round and round inside her head. Like bullets. Each one a killing shot.
But it was too late to do anything now. Far too late. She’d taken on the burden of Jenny’s crime and now she had to see it through.
And the only way to do that, she knew, was not to think about it. Absolutely not think about what she had just agreed to.
A barrier sliced down in her brain. Don’t think about anything but now! That was all she must deal with.
‘Well,’ she heard her voice say, and marvelled that it sounded so cool, so unconcerned, ‘what happens now, then?’ She levered herself away from the door panel, deliberately thrusting her hands inside her pockets, staring, chin lifted, across at the man who had caught her red-handed with a priceless ruby bracelet in her illicit possession.
Again
