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      Leah jerked and breathed in great gulps as ice-cold water drenched her from all sides. She yelped and scooted back on her bum but there was no escape from the chilly spray. Her breath came in quick, short bursts, her lungs struggling to pump it out.

      Another hard surface at her back thwarted her attempt at escape and she gave up, shuddering.

      Reaching out with her hands, she touched cold marble. Her gaze flew open and she blinked to get the water out. The gold silk plastered to her body offered no protection against the cold. Shivering, she looked around, the chill sinking into her blood, raising goose bumps over her skin.

      With shaking hands, she pushed her wet hair out of her face, her mascara running in black rivers down her fingers. So much for waterproof.

      Blew out a long breath through her mouth and tried to make sense of her bearings.

      She didn’t need to turn to see Stavros standing there, watching her with malicious satisfaction. Could muster not a bit of surprise at what he had done.

      Even through every nerve in her flinched at the cold, Leah could still feel his wrath, the heat of his anger. She stretched her arm, still shaking and turned off the glinting silver faucets.

      Suddenly, all she wanted to do was curl up in the marble tub and close her eyes. Her body sank into the tub as if her muscles had no rigidness anymore.

      “Get out of the tub.” The quiet command landed on her like a slap, jerking her back to the purgatory that waited for her.

      And the man who wanted to punish her for the rest of her life.

      Even after years, she had no strength to face Stavros, couldn’t face…

      No, she wouldn’t feel sorry for herself. Not after all that she had done today to just see him.

      Clutching the marble, she pulled herself up to her legs.

      Seconds piled on as the shaking in her legs subsided and the luxuriously spacious bathroom stopped swaying in front of her.

      Blinking at the glare of light from a crystal chandelier overhead, she took in the dark oak floors and the blue sea outside the window.

      Instead of the din, so nerve-racking that she swayed, utter calm reigned.

      On shaking legs, she stepped out, dripping water everywhere. Her shoulders shook with the effort it took to keep standing.

      A towel came straight at her with a resounding, “Cover yourself.”

      She buried her face in the plush cotton, taking the few seconds of privacy it afforded to shore up her defenses. But the contemptuous note in his tone pricked, as if a needle had punctured her skin and drew blood.

      Fighting the urge to stay behind the towel, she straightened her spine and threw the towel back. “I’m wearing a dress, thank you. It’s your fault if it reveals more than it covers,” she said, brazening it out.

      The plush cotton landed on one arrogant shoulder and she saw those broad shoulders tense. Felt his perusal as if he had laid those big hands on her…

      Which was the strangest, scariest thought she had to have ever had.

      “I see that you still don’t know what is good for you then, Leah.”

      Gathering her wet hair in one hand, she squeezed the water out. Forced an indifference she didn’t feel in the least. Because the reality of her reaction to him was too scary. “More like an allergic reaction to you. I’d rather catch pneumonia and die than be saved by you.”

      He reached her suddenly, a wall of fury and contempt that narrowed her very world to him.

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