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Nothing more at all
Until that fatal evening That fatal moment
When she realised that she was facing a danger she had never, ever dreamt she would have to face
It ca dinner party It had not been an easy evening—such evenings never were—but she had done her best, wearing a carefully selected designer gown and appropriate jewellery, her hair styled, her face perfect, every inch the irateful that the expert Theakis staff kept everything running like clockwork It had gone on and on, and her face ant narrow shoes But finally it was over, and the last of the guests took their leave She stood at the foot of the stairs that swept grandly to the upper floors as Theo, in a dinner jacket that sat superbly across his broad shoulders, turned frouest
As he turned, his eyes rested on her for just a le moment she realised, with seis about him
She could still feel the echo of that shock wave Felt it resonate now, as she sat in the padded leather seat, gazing blindly out of the aeroplane , heading back to Athens
Froh her, her ed for ever
At first she had not believed it She had assumed that in that moment when his eyes had rested on her with that expression in them she had been mistaken She must have been mistaken There was no other explanation It had been late, she’d been tired, she had drunk wine—and so had he That expression in the to do with her Had been a recollection—or an anticipation But not of her Never of her How could it have been?
Their e was a sham, a façade, a hollow charade They had entered into it for no other purpose than to be exactly that And until that moment he had treated her with complete and studied indifference So ho could that look possibly have been directed at her…?
But it had been—
And it had been unmistakable Completely and absolutely unmistakable A look as old as time As clear as day
Directly unaht at her
A single look Nothing more
Nothing less
And by it she had knoith a churning in her sto flush of betraying blood in her veins, that her fake, sha completely, absolutely different