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her insides twist with remorse and guilt once more.
     
    A frown creased Raoul’s forehead, but he appeared undeterred or affected by her words. Sabrina watched him reach into his suit pocket and bring out a mobile. Sabrina recognised it at once. It was hers. He must have taken it from her room when she wasn’t looking. He’d planned this reunion well. He shook it at her.
     
    ‘And how are you going to call them without this?’ he asked.
     
    Sabrina’s eyes quickly diverted to the land line on his desk.
     
    ‘I’m afraid that won’t help you. I’ve had all the land lines cut.’
     
    Instinct not to trust his words made her rush to the phone and pick it up. To her horror she did find the line dead. Raoul took the receiver from her with a smile and put it down.
     
    ‘Like it or not darling wife you are here to stay.’ There was no mistaking the bitterness and hurt that she wanted to leave again, in his voice.
     
    Sabrina backed away towards the door watching him follow her. Raoul dropped the mobile to the floor and stepped on it, crushing the small metal box. ‘There is no escape, Sabrina. Until you get your memory back I am in control . . .’
     
    Sabrina didn’t let him finish his sentence. Her temper finally got the better of her. She brought her hand crashing against the side of his face in a heavy slap. Raoul’s reaction was swift. He caught hold of her arms and pushed her backwards against the wall. She vainly attempted to raise her hand and slap him again, afraid for her life and the sudden violent darkness in his eyes. He caught both of her hands and held them against the wall at the sides of her head trapping her there. Terrified of what he was about to do, Sabrina caught her breath. She couldn’t help wondering if her earlier remorse for questioning him as her attacker might have been misplaced.
     
    What followed spun her head and her thoughts out of control. Far from using violence against her, Raoul bent his head and captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. But what disturbed her the most was her own reaction. Far from being repulsed or angered by his liberty, Sabrina found herself responding, opening her mouth wider to accommodate him as though it was a pleasure she had been denied for far too long. Slowly her resistance melted, and she found herself in Raoul’s arms lost in another time. Her mind whispered caution, but her heart and soul craved the memory of his masterful touch.
     
    Raoul rested his head against her forehead. His thumb traced the delicate curve of her cheek as a still quietness surrounded the room. Sabrina could find no words. Her thoughts were confused. She was full of anger, resentment, defence, yet even after all he had said, a part of her responded to Raoul with trust and need. She prayed it was not misplaced. His soothing caress was slowing her frantic heartbeat, and out of the blue she felt very tired and weary. Sabrina looked directly into his eyes searching for his intentions. He gave a small laugh.
     
    ‘I’m sorry, Sabrina. I don’t mean to make you fearful, but I can’t let you go. It’s been too long. All this time. . . Don’t leave me. Stay of your own will, not because I force you to. Remember what we had together,’ he almost whispered the words. ‘Just now. . . it was as if you remembered. Please . . . come back to me,’ it was a plea for release from torment.
     
    Unexpectedly, Sabrina felt tears gather in her eyes and spill out on to her cheeks.
     
    ‘There’s so much I don’t know. I had to restart my life from scratch. The doctors told me I might never find out about my past. It’s been seven years now. I only get small flashes of memory. Maybe it isn’t going to happen. What if I can’t remember?’ she asked, feeling the sudden weight of panic and guilt, as she swept her eyes over all of the photographs of herself with Raoul. It was her responsibility to remember and ease Raoul’s pain.
     
    Raoul gently wiped her tears away