Chapters (74)
- Cover
- Discover the series you can’t put down …
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Epilogue
- Keep Reading …
- PROLOGUE
- About the Author
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- About the Publisher
Ben took a long, slow breath. The ice water in his veins began to grow hot as volcanic lava. ‘Where is she?’
Stuart said, ‘At this moment she’s on her way to my home, in the capable hands of two of my employees whom I had stationed at your cottage in your absence, awaiting your return from wherever it is you’ve been gallivanting off to. I understand she’s a little bruised, having put up quite a spirited fight. But otherwise unharmed. For the moment.’
‘If you hurt her, this will go badly for you.’
‘As if it wasn’t going to already, had I gone along with your plan? You must think I’m an idiot, if you expected me to believe I’d walk away unscathed from our so-called business meeting. So here are the new deal terms. If you prefer not to see Miss Kirk hacked up into dog meat, I suggest you get yourself over here as fast as you can.’
‘I know where to find you.’
‘Good. I don’t think I need to specify that you come alone, because now you really are alone. Then you can deliver me the merchandise. Whereupon you get your lady friend back, and we shake hands like gentlemen and carry on our separate ways. Agreed?’
‘Doesn’t sound as though I have much of a choice.’
‘None whatsoever, Mr Hope. Now I really think you ought to get on your way. I’m not the most patient man, and I’ve already waited far too long to get what’s mine.’
Chapter 50
As a child, Ben had been haunted by a nightmare that visited him often, always the same. In the dream he found himself trapped in an empty house, whose dark and menacing corridors he wandered alone, lost and frightened. The house had many doors, but every time he came to a door in the hope that behind it was a way out of his prison, he was too afraid to open it in case of some unimaginable terror lurking there. One by one, bit by bit, every possible escape route was closed off to him, until none remained and he knew that he was doomed to remain locked in there for ever with the monsters from the encroaching darkness. But dreams being dreams, just as all seemed lost Ben had always woken up and found himself mercifully transported back to the sanctuary of his bedroom, shaken but safe.