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translated. It read:
     
    To Alina,
    I pass this book to you as my mother did before me. May it give you strength when you need it most.
    Mother
     
    Then pasted below, a verse.
    Footsteps in the Sand .
    She knew every verse by heart, and the Bible became her most sacred possession. It gave her the strength she needed to rent a flat and cut all ties. It took her mother a week to notice she had gone. Clarisse had assumed she was on a shoot because that’s what Niven led her to believe. When she found her wardrobe empty, she’d been furious—not because her daughter had moved out, but because Clarisse had organised a huge party at the house for Niven’s twenty-first birthday.
    Niven ignored her calls to her mobile, deleting her ever increasing voicemails unheard. Celebrating her birthday quietly with a few friends, she had taken the precaution of giving her agency a P.O. Box address. She didn’t want her adoptive parents to know where she lived. Legally and financially independent, nothing would induce her to return to that house. But her mother tracked her down, storming onto a set, her usual control forgotten. People stared open mouthed as she slapped Niven hard across the face. As she screamed abuse, it was several minutes before Niven was rescued by the set producer. Clarisse was led away while Niven, shaken to her core, recited the verses of the prayer in her head. She used it to calm herself, like people used worry beads. Niven recovered and grew stronger as she put the past and her adoptive parents behind her. However, recently she’d felt uneasy, like she was being watched…like she was never alone. Her thoughts were interrupted when the door reopened and Guy Walker strode into the room.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
    The Braille Club, London, One Year On: The Braille Reception was no longer manned, and members accessed their bookings via a fingerprint scan and touchscreen computer. They were then instructed to slot their key into the computer to load their zone. The new system was working well, although assistance was always available should members require it…they just had to ring the bell.
     
    Two Years Earlier
    Guy
     
    It was the start of the cat and mouse game Guy and Anna would become addicted to. She always kept him waiting. With their time together often snatched between work, it was precious, and this quality annoyed him. He was always desperate to be with her, but she was cool in response. This only made him want her more—the sex dynamite and dangerous as they took more and more risks.
    Guy ultimately knew they would have to stop, but fear of discovery only served to heighten his passion, taking him to exquisite new levels. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to her…or for her, and she always kept him hungry. Growing restless, he realised he wanted more, no longer content with their arrangement. The thought of Anna cuddled up at home with her husband consumed him. Jealous and angry, he was guilty of breaking his own rules. He knew he was getting too involved, and worse—getting too attached. Some perspective was needed before they both jeopardised their careers. He decided to cool things off. He could think rationally when he wasn’t around Anna. It was so obvious; he wondered why he hadn’t thought of it sooner.
    When her usual text arrived he felt a spectrum of emotions—longing mixed with lust and excitement. Ignoring it, and her, was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He gave Anna her due, she played it beautifully. He found himself checking his mobile obsessively, but there was nothing from her and he felt his anger and disappointment building. After a week went by with no contact, he stormed into her chambers.
    “Can I help you?” enquired the surprised receptionist politely.
    “I need to see Anna Dunbar,” Guy said tersely, trying to retain some semblance of professionalism.
    Looking at him disapprovingly, she picked up the phone and spoke for