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young. Arrogant. With the inherent problems of youth. He’d also had the hormonal issues of the developing teenager to contend with. It wasn’t until later he’d finally managed to gain some measure of control.
    Now he was after more yet again.
    Hannah was naught but a pawn. A practice piece of long ago. But she presented wonderful research of the long term benefits of his work. As such he found himself toying with her. A love a long time ago kept him tied to her – in many ways. But the impact of his research twisted with his emotions, the lure of whom she was drew him back constantly.
    She was special in so many ways. But she was also draining his energy. She had so much power and was gaining more. It took so much more for him to shut her down. And it was getting worse.
    What had been easy back then, was nothing to the effort he was forced to exert now. He couldn’t release her nor kill her. But he knew she’d be the end of him if he couldn’t do either. In fact, he had needed to do the latter a long time ago. She was dangerous to him.
    Yet flirting with danger presented its own appeal.

Chapter 4

    H annah managed to hold the questions barking inside her head at bay while eating, but as soon as her immediate hunger abated, they returned. Why had they come to see her? Sure, Stefan had come to see she was okay, and that made sense. She’d have done the same. She should probably have apologized for the mess she left, she must have left a blood trail to his house. But somehow he hadn’t seemed to have needed one, and she hadn’t thought to give it. The other man, yeah, she had no idea what to make of him. That whole dark hair and even darker gaze that seemed to see right through her – well, he scared the shit out of her. And yet appealed to some kind of inner sense. Making her even more nuts. The first man was reassuring and oozed caring.
    The second man had been disturbed by something. She just didn’t know what.
    And she didn’t want to know. He reminded her of all the doctors who’d checked her out and passed judgment on her over and over again. They had a zillion medical terms they’d used on her over the years. All of them meant the same thing. She was…delicate. Needed constant supervision as she couldn’t be trusted to be on her own. Made bad decisions. Couldn’t properly assess threats. In fact, the last doctor had made it very clear – she was a danger to both herself and society and for everyone’s sake she needed to take her medicine and live in this nice home where she’d be safe for the rest of her life.
    Like hell.
    Pushing away her small table where only crumbs remained of her breakfast, she considered her options. She had to shower before leaving or she’d attract attention with the crusted blood in her hair. And that had to be avoided at all costs. Her leg was starting to throb even while resting on the bed. Should she stay until she healed? How long would that take? Longer than it would take her father to hear about her being admitted and wanting to move her to his pet hospital. Something she couldn’t let happen.
    She tried to calculate how quickly her father would find out.
    When she heard heavy footsteps marching toward her, she knew time had already run out. Damn her for sleeping late this morning.
    She slid down under the covers and pretended to be asleep. As the footsteps neared she watched as her father and his two assistants, dare she call them henchmen, entered the bedroom. His usual blustery style came to a halt as he realized she was sleeping.
    It was hard to see his expression clearly through her lashes, but he appeared to be uncertain of his next step. That didn’t last long.
    “Will, stand guard,” he ordered. “I’ll speak with the staff.” He spun on his heels and left with George, the lesser of the two evils.
    Leaving Will, her old nemesis, in charge. She had no idea what this man was other than her father’s lackey, but he seemed to like his job too much. Now