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of her, how cheap he thought she was and he succeeded.  As her legs felt suddenly so weak she sank down onto one of the chairs, her eyes closing painfully remembering how he laid her on the table she now leant against.  She remembered how he dominated her, causing her to react so dramatically to him, to feel such a need to have him do so much more to her.  Raising still-shaky hands, she tried to pull her hair back into the knot, giving up as her fingers refused to work.
    His kiss was wonderful, his tongue pulling such a response from her, and she felt another jolt just remembering how he nipped her, feeling a flush rising to her cheeks, as she dropped her head into her arms with a soft moan.  She had to get off this island, not only to save her sister, but she thought warily, to save herself.
    Rising from the table with purpose, she moved up to the second floor of the lovely building, moving in and out of the different rooms.  In each she picked up the phone, grimacing as each and every one was, as he already told her, dead.  However, one of these rooms would be his, and right now he was downstairs somewhere in his office leaving her free to search.  As she reached one door she found it to be locked, and she cursed gently, realising that he had outmanoeuvred her once more.
    Diona spent nearly a half an hour on her fruitless search, amazed at the size of the home.  Finally she decided to search the island for other outbuildings he might have missed, perhaps she could even get one of the people she had spotted earlier to give her a lift off or even just to let her use their mobile phone.
    As she moved quietly back down the stairs she dropped down, as she saw him exiting a room at the end of the hall where, unaware of her presence, he headed into another room.  Hardly believing her luck, Diona silently ran down the rest of the stairs slipping into the room he just left, realising that it was indeed as she suspected: his office.  A large wooden desk which probably cost as much as her whole flat took up a prime position close to a picture window looking out over the cliff, and she was once more reminded of the wildness of the house setting, the thought that it suited its owner so well fleeting through her mind.  Rushing over to the phone she picked it up, hearing the dial tone, much to her relief.  As she began to dial her sister’s mobile number, the tone died as a message requested she enter the three digit security number.  Looking in disbelief at the phone, she cursed it, placing it back onto its cradle, her eyes scanning the room for some other means with which to contact her sister.  Spotting the computer on the desk she quickly moved over, pressing the keys in the hope that he left it connected - a hope which was quickly dashed as she had been requested to enter a password.  Closing her eyes in defeat she stared at the screen.
    “Give up”, a voice from the other end of the room spoke softly, causing her to lift her head quickly to see Nikias watching her from the door, which she had not heard open. “And just so you know, I have banned all mobile phones for the week and threatened anybody who agrees to take you across to the mainland with immediate dismissal”, he added, almost as though he had read her mind.  Clenching her hands angrily by her side and gritting her teeth, she glared at the man on the other side of the room.  “You have to let me off this island… I need to save my sister from your damn brother”, she bit out, her tone low and angry.
    “While you are here, as far as I am concerned my brother is safe… at least from you”, he retorted, his tone just as controlled as hers, as the two glared at each other, both feeling the way the very air between them was charged.  As Nikias moved towards her, Diona panicked, suddenly so aware of the handsome tall man before her, and she moved around him nimbly, reaching the door and fleeing from the room, moving out of the house in a sudden need