Gone was the quiet but the panic escalated.
“You’ll what?” she screeched.
“Name your price. I’ll pay for the use of that body of yours. You tell me how much you want and I’ll tell you what it’s worth to me.” She was looking at him as if he’d grown a second head and she didn’t reply so he continued. “Name your price and I’ll tell you if it’s worth one time, two times or a whole month of me having you whenever I want.”
“You are mad,” she whispered, staring up at him with intensity in her green eyes.
His fingers tightened on her wrists and he pushed his game. “Just name your price. If it’s too high then we’ll add things on. I’ll have you on that table, for example,” he expressed his thought from moments before.
Her head jerked to look at the table then jerked back to him, the tendrils of her hair catching fetchingly on her lips.
“Or, I’ll have you on all fours,” he suggested in a thoughtful attempt to help her make up her mind, driven by something he didn’t understand to shock her.
At that, she started to struggle again, in earnest, anger and panic warring in her expression and she shouted, “Let me go!”
The dog, who had stopped barking, started again, backing up in confusion at this turn of events.
Colin’s hands tightened further on her wrists and he knew it was painful because she ceased struggling immediately. But her luscious body wriggling against him, her eyes flashing green, Colin was definitely no saint, he lost his patience luckily before he lost his flagging control.
But he had to know.
He had to know if she was after his money or if she carried Beatrice Godwin’s reincarnated soul.
The more she struggled, the longer she hesitated, the more he felt his hope grow and he had to know.
Was all that was Sibyl Godwin more than just coincidence?
Was she born destined to be his as he was to be hers?
Colin had been waiting his whole life. He had to know.
Therefore, he dipped his head so his face was an inch from hers and growled, “Name your price.”
* * * * *
Sibyl stared at him, more terrified than she’d ever been in her entire life.
Her mind was racing, her heart was beating like a hammer and panic was welling up in her chest so strongly, she thought she would explode.
This was not Lunatic Colin or any nuance of Rescuer Colin, this was Scary Colin.
“Quiet!” he thundered at Mallory and she jumped. Her dog gave a soft, confused whine and then ran out of the room, up the stairs and, likely, into the corner of her bedroom.
She closed her eyes in stunning defeat at her dog’s retreat.
And saw Meg lying on the ground by the minibus.
She opened her eyes again, knowing the exact figure because she had just that day worked on the budget.
She’d promised herself, whatever it took, she’d find a way.
And here Colin Morgan was, offering her a way.
It was an unthinkable, despicable way.
But it was a way.
She couldn’t believe she was going to do it, this man was loathsome, hideous.