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    She
grabbed the bathrobe of the hook at the door, and made her way downstairs, just
as yet more hammering sounded on her door.
    "Okay,
hold your horses. I'm coming. There is no need to bash my front door
down!"
    She
could see Euan's big frame filling the space though the frosted glass of her
door. Great, just fucking great. What did the local cop want from her
now? Dread filled her at the thought of Doric. Had she been fooled into having
sex with a criminal? Did Euan somehow know? Doric had said he was under some sort
of house arrest, and he'd never explained the specifics. Stupid, stupid
girl! Her mum would have a fit, were she still alive, knowing that Penelope
had not only taken in a complete stranger, but spent the night having wild sex
with him, too, without any real thought to her safety. And some of the things
they'd done…
    Her
clit clenched in remembered pleasure, and her juices trickled down her thigh.
Fine state she was in to greet the man who'd tried his darndest to get into her
knickers ever since she'd arrived at the cottage.
    "Penny,
are you in there? Open the door right now. There have been reports of break-ins
in the area. I need to make sure you're ok."
    "I'm
fine. You can go away. There was no break-in here." Annoyance made her
voice shrill. She hated being called Penny, and that nuisance of a man
knew that. Yet still he insisted on calling her that at every opportunity, his
beady black eyes mentally undressing her. It gave her the creeps, and she
pulled her bathrobe a bit tighter around herself.
    "Penny,
love, I'm not going anywhere until you've opened this door and I've made sure
you and the cottage are safe."
    Blasted,
insufferable oaf, she was no one's love.
    Penelope
wrenched the door open, just as Euan raised his fist to hammer against it
again. The momentum carried him on through. Penelope neatly side stepped his
advancing bulk and smirked when the beef-cake of a man stumbled onto the bottom
of the stairs. Unfortunately he didn't fall, but caught himself in time,
swinging around with a speed and grace that made her feel quite dizzy.
    Penelope
stepped a bit closer to the open door, a shiver of unease going down her spine
at the murderous expression on his hawk-like face, before he twisted his cruel
mouth into the semblance of a smile that didn't reach his eyes. His nostrils
flared, and his eyes narrowed, as he raked his gaze over her form. She pulled
her bathrobe tighter still around her and crossed her arms.
    "As
you can see, I'm perfectly fine, so I really do not see what all the fuss is
about." She was talking to his retreating back. "Oi, what do you
think you're doing? You have no right to come snooping into my…oh."
    Penelope
stopped dead at the entrance to her living room. It was scene of devastation.
Her mother's favorite grandfather chair was split in half as though it had been
sliced by a giant hacksaw. The lamp she'd knocked over only last night in her
haste to get away from Doric lay in tatters, the plaster of the wall she had
been fucked against until she couldn't see straight bore deep marks that looked
like giant claws had left it. Even the pictures on the walls hung askew. It was
as though an earthquake had happened, all confined to that particular
corner.   Penelope had to hold onto the
door frame for support, a vision of Doric's golden eyes swimming in front of
her eyes. It wasn't possible. It wasn't. The blood rushed in her ears, and her
breaths caught, as she remembered that day so many years ago when the huge,
black, cold being from the deep had carried her back to shore on his long neck,
propelling himself along with his long tail. That being had had golden eyes –
Doric's eyes.
    Before
her befuddled brain could fully take in that fact, another pair of eyes
commanded her attention. Euan yanked her into the room with such force she
stumbled. His beady eyes bored into hers, and sheer fury emanated off him