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part with you again, whatever the outcome.’
     
    His thumb caressed the light satin of her cheek as if to soften the impact of his revelation. She rubbed her eyes.
     
    ‘Am I a prisoner here?’
     
    Did he intend to hold her here against her will?
     
    ‘I would hardly call you a prisoner, in your own home, Sabrina,’ he told her with affront. But there was something in his tone that made her believe that if she pushed him with her threats to leave, he would keep her a prisoner.
     
    ‘What happens if I leave?’ she challenged.
     
    He smiled.
     
    ‘You won’t. You have too many reasons to stay.’
     
    Sabrina’s heart began to pound. He wasn’t giving her a solid answer.
     
    ‘How far will you go to stop me leaving?’ she asked nervously, seeing no point in hiding her blatant concern any longer.
     
    Raoul’s seductive black eyes narrowed a fraction, as a frown burrowed in his forehead. Sabrina found herself holding her breath as he captured her face in his hands once more. There was no mistaking his resolve or his authority when he spoke in a low soft velvet voice.
     
    ‘You have amnesia, Sabrina. That makes you unwell. A doctor might say that you were unable to make decisions for yourself, and I as your husband should make them for you. A court of law would most likely see it the same way. . .’
     
    ‘You wouldn’t dare . . .’ she was outraged.
     
    She watched him study her trembling lips with longing, then look up at her with dark possessive eyes. She heard herself take a quick breath overpowered by their intensity. There was no doubt in her mind that he would never let her leave. Somewhere deep inside a treacherous part of her loved him for it.
     
    ‘I will go as far as I have to. You are my wife. It’s time I reminded you of your wedding vows.’
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Sabrina glared at Raoul and moved to stand up from her chair in a temper. She pushed her way past him, ignoring his demand for her to remain seated in case she fell to the floor again. She shook her head and looked up at the painting.
     
    ‘I don’t believe this . . . it’s unreal. I don’t remember getting married. I don’t remember anything about our life together,’ she told him angrily.
     
    Raoul frowned and straightened from his kneeling position, making Sabrina feel small and defenceless against his tall height. Afraid of what he might do, she took two steps back, but Raoul headed for the top drawer of his desk. Sabrina glanced back at the door wondering whether she should make a sudden break for freedom. She needed space, time to think. Her mind made up, she straightened and headed for the door deciding to leave and collect her thoughts. There was nothing he could do to keep her here. A doctor couldn’t just write her off as insane and have her committed. There were laws. She needed to think, to escape. Her whole world felt as though it was a whirl.
     
    Nothing appeared safe or trustworthy. Leaving would give her some control back until she could decide what to do. Surely, Raoul would understand that. Frantically, she headed for the door and reached out for the handle with a shaking hand when she stopped dead, hearing the cracking whip of Raoul’s reprimand across the air.
     
    ‘Sabrina. Where are you going?’
     
    Sabrina turned sharply, tilting her chin defiantly at him.
     
    ‘You can’t stop me leaving,’ she threatened. ‘I will call the police.’
     
    He gave a laugh and began walking towards her with determination.
     
    ‘It will do you no good,’ he told her softly. ‘They know that you are home and that your memory loss may have made you unstable. They are more than likely to advise hospital care if I can’t keep you under control, than help you leave.’
     
    ‘I knew you would be like this so I dug our wedding certificate out of my pile of personal papers last night.’ He unfolded the piece of paper he held in his hand and offered it to her. ‘Your signature