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attack, but he held up his hand to silence her protest and carried on. ‘And believe me, it will be useless to fight me on this. I have enough power and influence with the police and the medical profession in Paris to make it happen so fast, it will make your head spin. Don’t force me to act. I really don’t want you confined in a private psychiatric hospital. I want you here at home with me. I want us to be together again. But if confining you in a hospital is the only way to keep you in my life until you remember, I will not hesitate.’
     
    Sabrina gave a small growl of contempt.
     
    ‘I won’t let you get away with this. I don’t lie down and play dead easily.’
     
    ‘I know. That’s why I am coming down hard on you. You have been warned,’ he said quietly, narrowing his dark eyes, leaving her in no doubt he had every intention of carrying out his threat if she pushed him to it. He was that afraid of losing her again. A secret part of her loved him for his passion and desire to breach boundaries to keep her with him, but the stronger more sensible, sane part of her detested him for it. He would not win this war. When she remembered, if she could remember, it would be on her terms and in her way, not his.
     
    Sabrina turned to walk out of the door frustrated and angry that he had suddenly taken control of her life. This wasn’t how she’d fantasised about meeting her long lost loved ones. She hadn’t anticipated it being so adversarial. In her fantasy, regaining her memory would be gradual, not a forced, impatient process or one where she was made to feel mentally unstable and a prisoner. Control of how she would regain her memory would be in her hands alone not anybody else’s.
     
    ‘Oh and one more thing,’ he said standing to his full height to walk towards her. ‘You will be sleeping in our room with me tonight. I want my wife back in my bed.’
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Anger rose inside Sabrina to fever pitch. She cherished her independence with a passion, and not Raoul or anybody else was going to take it away from her. It wasn’t in her make-up to capitulate so easily to threats no matter who was dishing them out. To emphasise her angry determination not to be frightened she slammed the door shut with force and turned to confront Raoul.
     
    He was shaking his gorgeous head and tutting at her with cruel amusement. Sabrina felt her eyes narrow.
     
    ‘Temper, temper, darling. You always were explosive. A firecracker, I used to call you. I see that you have lost none of your spark.’
     
    His lips curled in a mischievous, seductive smile, and that damned playful look glinted in his eyes. Her greatest wish that moment was to wipe the smile from his face, and it was with a huge effort she kept her hand by her side. Though she did wonder how long she would be able to restrain herself if he kept on provoking her. He seemed to be taking great pleasure in riling her anger. He knew exactly how to push her buttons and obtain a rise from her. Perhaps it was some sort of revenge for making him feel as if she had deserted him.
     
    ‘I don’t know what kind of woman I was when I lived with you, but here and now I do not take orders from anyone, especially from men,’ Sabrina’s attempt to keep her voice level and calm disintegrated towards the end of her sentence. To her fury, triumph reigned in his eyes. Bastard. He was enjoying his control over her. She swallowed a breath and forced herself to continue maintaining as much dignity as she could, refusing to give him anymore satisfaction.
     
    ‘I am leaving. If you do anything to stop me, I will call the police and have you arrested for false imprisonment. I am sure they would be interested in what I have to say, especially when they obviously believe you are capable of murder,’ she snapped loudly, suddenly feeling confident the upper hand was now hers. But to her fury and her strong sense that he deserved the jibe, she felt