Mask Of Scars

Unwillingly Christina complied, for she had the distinct feeling that had she attempted to disobey him these people would have forcibly made her do exactly as he had indicated.

Outside the throng of humanity, he halted and now she could see the black limousine parked in the square, Alfredo Seguin at the wheel. He must have noticed her eyes move past him to the automobile, for a cynical expression invaded his eyes. She could see his eyes clearly now, and they were a most peculiar tawny colour, sometimes palest amber, sometimes almost yellow around the irises.

‘So we meet again, menina,’ he observed, his accent more pronounced than she remembered.

CHAPTER THREE

CHRISTINA held the basket almost defensively in front of her, both hands gripping the handle tightly. ‘Yes, senhor!’ she responded automatically, more calmly than she felt. All of a sudden she could feel the panic which had assailed her the other evening on the beach when confronted by his almost sinister attraction, and she wondered what it was about him that disturbed her so. His dark clothes fitted him so well, while she was intensely conscious of the faded cotton of her dress and the shortness of its skirt.

‘And now you know who I am, do you not?’ he continued, glancing round meaningfully towards his sleek limousine.

Christina made an indifferent gesture. ‘I suppose you must be Dom Carlos Ramirez,’ she conceded reluctantly.

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