Castles Of Sand. Anne Mather

why should I believe you?’

      ‘Because I don’t tell lies,’ retorted Ashley forcefully. ‘I don’t. I never have—–’

      ‘Enough of that!’ Alain paced the floor in evident impatience. ‘And how can I be sure that once you have achieved this objective, you will not demand others?’

      ‘What others?’

      ‘Do not be naïve,’ he snapped. ‘You think to insinuate your way into his life by one means or another.’

      Ashley licked her lips. ‘And are you going to let me?’

      ‘My father would never permit you to enter the palace.’

      ‘Your father need not know who I am. He’s never seen me.’ She paused. ‘Only you—and—and Hassan ever—–’

      ‘Enough!’ rasped Alain again, stopping his pacing to stare at her once more. ‘And if I still refuse?’

      Ashley shrugged. ‘I—I’ll get to Andrew, somehow. And I’ll tell him everything. Everything!’

      ‘Knowing he would never forgive you for it?’ mocked Alain coldly.

      ‘What have I to lose?’ she retorted. Then: ‘Well? Will you do it?’

      Alain’s mouth was a thin line. ‘I will have to think about it.’

      ‘For how long?’

      ‘I don’t know.’ He turned away abruptly. ‘Give me—time. I need time. Twenty-four hours at least.’

      ‘Very well.’ Ashley pulled open the door behind her. ‘You know where to find me.’

      ‘Oh, yes,’ he said bleakly, ‘I do indeed.’

      And without another word he walked out the door.