Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

housekeeper,†Stavros introduced. “Without her we’d al be lost.â€
    Drusil a beamed and smiled a welcome to Stavros while she nodded a little warily to El e. El e stepped inside the enormous multilevel glass room.
    â€œThis is beautiful, Stavros.â€
    â€œI’m glad you like it, as it wil be your home.â€
    El e heard Drusil a’s swift intake of breath and Stavros immediately sent her a glaring reprimand. El e forced herself to step farther into the room, looking around her. The view was breathtaking, the most incredible she’d ever seen. It was an amazing silken cage, a prison beyond her wildest dreams.
    She al owed Stavros to lead her through the long, starkly beautiful room and up the wide staircase to a large bedroom. He pushed open the door and gestured toward the four-poster bed. “This wil be your room. Mine is just down the hal .â€
    Someone had already placed El e’s smal overnight bag on the bed. It looked ridiculous among the rich opulence of the room.
    â€œStavros, wait.†El e caught his arm. “I real y can’t stay. I have an appointment this afternoon and I can’t be late.â€
    â€œYou’re going to stay, Sheena, and you’re going to have my babies. I’ve been looking for a woman like you for years. I’m not about to let you slip away now.†He pushed her farther into the room and glanced at his watch. “You are to stay here in this room until I come for you. The door wil be locked, Sheena, and you are to stay.â€
    There was no missing the iron in his voice or the warning. El e stood very stil in the center of the room. He was showing his hand now, blatantly letting her know that not only had he kidnapped her, but that he expected total cooperation. She said nothing as he closed the door, waiting before moving until she heard the lock snick into place.
    El e opened her bag only to find it empty. Someone had already unpacked her things and put them away. After a brief search, she found her clothes neatly hanging in the spacious, walk-in closet. El e stripped off her gown and changed into a pair of slim cotton pants and a snug cotton T-shirt. She swiftly braided her waist-length hair and pul ed on her climbing shoes before going to the window.
    Below her room, large boulders and rocks formed the cliffs leading to the dazzling sea. Ordinarily the sight would have soothed her, but the way the house hung out over the ocean made climbing dangerous. It interested her to find the window wired for security. She could open the window but an alarm would trigger if she so much as stuck her arm out. With the way the house was built, it would have been nearly impossible for anyone to break in, so was he keeping women prisoners here at his whim? Had he brought others here?
    El e studied the room careful y, gliding her palm over the wal s and bed, seeking psychic energy left behind by any others. She felt nothing at al but that faint, annoying buzzing in her head. As far as she could tel , only the housekeeper had been in her room. Now that she was alone, she needed to send a message home and let them know where she was.
    She opened the window and inhaled the sea and salt. The moment the salty mist touched her face she felt better—lighter, more hopeful. El e lifted her arms and cal ed the wind. Pain crashed through her head. She barely managed to suppress the cry wel ing up as stars burst behind her eyes and everything around her swirled black. She bent, retching, gagging, staggering toward the bed, pressing both hands to her pounding head.
    Stavros was psychic and he had somehow managed to deploy some kind of energy field to prevent psychic energy from being used. Why would he do that? He wouldn’t be able to use it either. Weak, she slid her back down the wal and put her head between her legs, breathing deeply to keep from fainting. She wasn’t going to be able to summon help until she was off the island or she could find the source of the energy field.
    Once she could breathe again, she rose unsteadily and dealt with the security, a smal beam she redirected so she could slip through the window and cling like a spider to the side of the glass vil a. And spiders were much better at clinging to glass than she was. She slid until her toes and fingers found purchase.
    El e clung to the edge, reaching with her toes, wishing she was at least another inch tal er as she tried to gain the