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a nanny who can do simple things, like walk down stairs, then I’ve just failed that part of the interview.
    ‘Don’t you have a room to go to?’ Patrick says. His voice is so deep and strong that I almost feel the floor might vibrate when he talks. I’ve never heard a voice so low before – it makes me think of a wolf. An angry wolf.
    ‘I couldn’t find it,’ I say , adding lamely, ‘I got lost.’
    ‘You’re hurt,’ he barks , looking at my ankle.
    ‘ Yes.’ I pause. ‘How did you know that?’
    ‘I see a lot of wounde d animals.’
    ‘W ounded animals ?’ I say.
    ‘We’re all animals at the end of the day ,’ Patrick says, stooping down so he’s eye level with me. ‘You. Me. All of us.’
    If I were standing up, I’d have fallen over by now. My heart is beating so fast that I’m sure Patrick must be able to hear it. I bet my pupils have gone crazy huge too.
    Get it together, Sera. Don’t go all gaga just be cause the new boss is … how would I describe him? He’s just so … tough and wild looking. But I’m not the first woman to think this way. Sharon said he has women throwing themselves at him.
    My body has gone all sorts of hot and cold. This is getting dangerous. Especially since our eyes have found each other again, and neither of us are speaking.
    Say something, Sera. Anything.
    ‘Well. I don’t see myself as an animal,’ I say.
    Oh god! Why did I say that?
    ‘Well, that’s what you are,’ says Patrick, his low voice hitting me in the pit of the stomach. ‘What we both are.’
    He picks up my cowboy boot and tucks it under his arm, with his jumper. Then he leans forwards and slides an arm under my legs and another behind my back.
    ‘What are you doing?’ I say, panicking. It’s bad enough him standing so close, but with his hands on me …
    ‘Taking you to your room.’
    I’m lifted high into the air and find myself pressed tightly against Patrick’s hard, warm chest, feeling melted snowflakes against my cheek.
    ‘Oh!’
    ‘You don’t want to stay here all night, do you?’ he says, not looking at me. ‘You can’t walk on that leg.’
    Oh my god. Oh my god.
    Breathe Sera. Breathe.
    ‘Maybe I should try to walk,’ I stammer.
    ‘Do as you’re told woman,’ Patrick snaps.
    Woman?
    Oh shit. He’s gorgeous and a sexist pig.
    Patrick carries me towards the staircase easily – like I’m a straw doll.
    ‘Where are you staying?’ he growls.
    ‘The East Tower,’ I manage to say.
    I sway as Patrick carries me up the stairs.
    I’m scared to look at him and he doesn’t look at me, but I can feel his chest beating against mine, and my own heart beating in response.
    With each step, my cheek is thrown against his bare skin, and I try not to inhale too dee ply – try not to breathe in his light dewy smell of clean, cool water and spicy earth and something else – something icy and intoxicating.
    When we come to the top of the stairs, Patrick carries me along corridors, twisting and turning.
    ‘Don’t go walking around this castle on your own again,’ he says, as we turn down a familiar corridor and I see the turret room ahead. ‘It was lucky I found you.’
    ‘I needed to phone my sister,’ I reply lamely.
    ‘You should have waited,’ says Patrick.
    ‘No. I needed to see how she was.’
    Patrick frowns, but doesn’t reply.
    We reach the turret room, and he turns the door handle, then shoulders into the wood so the door flies open.
    He places me carefully on the bed. Then he goes to the window and throws it open.
    I gasp as t he cold air hits me, throwing my arms around myself.
    ‘Are you crazy?’ I gulp. ‘It’s freezing!’
    ‘Don’t move,’ Patrick barks, reaching outside and scooping a handful of snow from the window ledge. He disappears into the tiny ensuite bathroom and returns with a bundled up hand towel.
    H e picks up my ankle.
    ‘Does it hurt when I do that?’ he says, squeezing his fingers against my skin.
    I shake my head. ‘ No. It’s