Spirit Of Atlantis. Anne Mather

father wasn’t the devil incarnate!’

      ‘You—you’re—’

      ‘Disgusting? Yes, you told me. But I can be fun too, if you’ll let me.’

      The grey eyes had darkened and Julie felt her heart slow and then quicken to a suffocating pace. Oh God, she thought weakly, he knows exactly how to get what he wants, and she didn’t know whether she had the strength to resist him.

      ‘I—I can’t,’ she got out through her dry throat. ‘I can’t.’

      With a laconic shrug it was over. Almost before she was aware of it, he had moved past her, walking with lithe indolence towards the bar where his cousin was waiting, and she was free to go.

      With her breath coming in tortured gasps, she practically ran across the hall, dropping down the two shallow steps that led to the swing doors, going through them with such force that they continued to swing long after she had left them. She didn’t stop until she was inside her cabin, but even then she did not feel the sense of security she had expected.