An Enticing Debt to Pay. Annie West
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his superbly arrogant nose to his strong chin, from his thick, dark hair to his wide shoulders and deep chest, Jonas was the sort to make females lose their heads.
How could she find him attractive when he oozed disapproval? When his barely veiled aggression had kept her on tenterhooks from the moment he stalked in the door?
But logic had little to do with the frisson of awareness skimming Ravenna’s skin and swirling in her abdomen.
Steadily she returned his searching look. No matter how handsome he was, or how used to command, she wasn’t about to fall in with his assumption of authority.
‘What’s your business with my mother?’ Ravenna sat back, crossing one leg over the other and placing her hands on the arms of the chair as if totally relaxed.
He flicked a look from her legs to her face and she felt a prick of satisfaction that she’d surprised him. Did he expect her to bow and scrape in his presence? The thought shored up her anger.
‘When will she be back?’ No mistaking the banked fury in those flashing eyes. For all his outward show of calm his patience was on a short leash.
‘If you can’t answer politely, you might as well leave.’ Ravenna shot to her feet. She had enough on her plate without dealing with Piers’ privileged son. Just confronting him sapped her already low stamina. The last thing she needed was for him to guess how weak she felt. He’d just railroad her into doing his bidding—he had that look about him.
She was halfway to the door when his words stopped her.
‘My business with your mother is private.’
Slowly she turned, cataloguing the harsh light in his eyes and the straight set of his mouth. Whatever his business it spelled trouble and Mamma wasn’t in any state to deal with him. She was floundering, trying to adjust to the loss of the man she’d loved so ardently. Ravenna had to protect her.
‘My mother’s not in Paris. You can deal with me.’
He shook his head and took a pace towards her. It ate up the space between them alarmingly, bringing him within touching distance.
Did she imagine she felt the heat of his body warm her?
‘Where is she?’ It wasn’t a request but a demand. ‘Tell me now.’
Ravenna curled her fingers into tight fists, her nails scoring her flesh. His high-handed attitude infuriated her.
‘I’m not your servant.’ By a miracle she kept her voice even. She knew the guilt Silvia had suffered for years because of this man’s refusal to reconcile with his father. ‘My mother might have worked for your family once but don’t think you can come here and throw your weight around. You have no power over me.’
Anger pulsed between them, so strong she felt it throb hard against her chest wall.
At least she thought it was anger. The air between them clogged with tension that stole her breath and furred the nape of her neck.
‘But I do have power over your mother.’ The words were silky soft, like an endearment. But it was suppressed violence she heard in that smooth baritone, a clear threat.
‘What do you mean?’ Alarm raised her voice an octave.
‘I mean your mother’s in serious trouble.’
Fear clawed at Ravenna’s throat and she swallowed hard, taking in the pitiless gleam in his silvery eyes.
Understanding hit. ‘You’re not here to help, are you?’
His bark of laughter confirmed the icy foreboding slithering along Ravenna’s spine.
‘Hardly!’ He paused, as if savouring the moment. ‘I’m here to see she goes to prison for her crimes.’
CHAPTER TWO
RAVENNA LOCKED HER knees as the room swirled sickeningly.
She reached out a groping hand to steady herself and grabbed fabric, fingers digging claw-like as she fought panic.
The last few months had been tougher than anything she could once have imagined. They’d tested her to the limits of endurance. But nothing had prepared her to confront such pure hatred as she saw in Jonas Deveson’s face. There was no softness in his expression, just adamantine determination. It scared her to the core.
Shock slammed into her and the knowledge, surer with every gasping breath, that he was serious. He intended to send her mother to prison.
A hand covered hers to the wrist, long fingers encompassing hers easily, sending darts of searing heat through her chilled flesh.
Stunned, Ravenna looked down to find she’d grabbed the only thing near—the lapel of Jonas Deveson’s tailored jacket. Now he held her hard and fast.
‘Are you all right?’ Concern turned his deep voice to mellow treacle. She felt it softening sinew and taut muscle, easing her shocked stasis enough that she finally managed to inhale. The spinning room settled.
She tugged her hand away. Worryingly, she felt cold without that skin-to-skin contact.
Ravenna spun on her foot and paced to the window. This time when she clutched fabric it was the heavy gold swag of curtain. It was rich and smooth under her tingling fingers, but not as reassuring as the fine wool warmed by Jonas Deveson’s body.
She shook her head, banishing the absurd thought.
‘Ravenna?’
Her head jerked up. She remembered him calling her by name years before, the only time they’d really talked. In her emotionally charged state then she’d imagined no one but he could ever make her name sound so appealing. For years her unusual name had been the source of countless jibes. She’d been labelled the scrawny raven and far, far worse at school. It was disturbing to discover that even now he turned her name into something special.
‘What?’
‘Are you okay?’ His voice came from closer and she stiffened her spine.
‘As okay as you can expect when you barge in here threatening my mother with gaol.’
For a moment longer Ravenna stared out of the window. The Place des Vosges, elegant and symmetrical with its manicured gardens, looked as unchanged as ever, as if nothing could disturb its self-conscious complacency.
But she’d learned the hard way that real life was never static, never safe.
Reluctantly she turned to find him looming over her, his eyes unreadable.
‘What is she supposed to have done?’
‘There’s no suppose about it. Do you think I’d come here—’ his voice was ripe with contempt as he swept the salon with a wide gesture ‘—if it wasn’t fact?’
Ravenna’s heart dropped. She couldn’t believe her mother had done anything terrible, but at the same time she knew only the most extreme circumstances would bring Jonas Deveson within a kilometre of Silvia Ruggiero. There was hatred in his eyes when he spoke of her.
‘You’re too angry to think straight.’ At her words his lowering dark brows shot up towards his hairline. Clearly this was a man unused to opposition.
She drew another, slower breath. ‘You’ve despised my mother for years and now you think you’ve found a way to make her pay for the sin of falling in love with your father.’
The sizzle of fire in his eyes told her she’d hit the nail on the head. Her hands slipped onto her hips as she let righteous indignation fortify her waning strength.
‘I think you’ve decided that, without Piers here to defend her, she’s easy prey.’ Her breath hitched. ‘But she’s not alone. You’d do well to remember that.’
‘What? She’s moved on already?’ His voice was contemptuous. ‘She’s found another