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She’d studied him, to know where he grabbed a coffee after a jog each morning: she knew that he queued up at the Pret around the corner from his penthouse. She’d bumped into him, spilling both their coffees and he’d looked into those caramel eyes of hers and felt as though he’d been sucker-punched and reborn, all at once. In her eyes he saw the person he should have been, the man he might be, if only he could look into her eyes for long enough.
It had been a stupid romantic fantasy, but by the time he’d bought her a replacement coffee, he’d known he wouldn’t let her get away. He’d known that whatever fate had brought them together – literally – it was a fate that demanded he follow her to the ends of the earth.
Or, as it turned out, to his own destruction.
It wasn’t, after all, fate that had brought them together: it was her ruthless determination to uncover whatever she could about his family, using her face and body as temptations, drawing him close and keeping him there, enchanting him as his own Scheherezade, so that each night he found himself spinning more and more of himself out for her, until he’d been laid bare to her eyes.
And her notebook.
He made a sound of impatience and turned his gaze back on the window. The island was in view now – lush and verdant per its name “Green island” – floating in the midst of a pale blue ocean. The plane flew over the village first – not so much a village as a colony for the exclusive use of his staff. There were forty of them on the island, and their families, so roads had been built over time, to allow access to the remote parts of the land, and the airstrip. The plane dipped lower, low enough that he caught sight of his mansion, on the northern tip of the island, built right on the beach, with views that stretched for miles and the kind of privacy that Apollo found essential.
And now he’d brought a witch to his safe haven, and he had no clue how he was going to avoid being caught by her spells again – only he knew that he had to. One encounter with Eleanor Jones had almost destroyed him. A second would certainly finish the job.
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