Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

are telepathic? Yes, of course. I felt it immediately.â€
    â€œWel at least I don’t have to try to explain that to you,†El e said, spil ing relief into her voice. “I hate hiding who I am from the world, but people think I’m crazy.â€
    His fingers relaxed their hold on her, although she knew she’d have bruises. “You don’t ever have to hide from me, Sheena. I’m very much like you.â€
    El e studied his face. Stavros was a little too okay with kidnapping to be as clean as she’d first believed him to be.
    â€œWe’l talk at my home,†Stavros said, effectively stopping her questions.
    El e remained silent, determined not to al ow him to see that she was afraid. She let Sid help her from the yacht to the pier and then into the waiting car.
    The island was beautiful, lush and green under the late morning sun. She noted the way as they drove along the road up toward the vil a.
    Once there, El e turned graceful y on the rich leather seat of the chauffeur-driven car and extended her high-heeled foot out the door, al owing the slit along her glittering gown to slip open and reveal her shapely leg just for a brief flash as she exited the car. Beside her, Stavros tucked her hand into the crook of his arm and guided her up the walkway to the enormous house built on the island overlooking the sea. He stroked her fingers and she glanced up at him, sending him a faint smile before turning her attention to his masterpiece of a house.
    The structure was long, sprawling and multilevel and looked to be nearly al glass, so the views could be seen from any direction. Reachable only by smal plane, helicopter or boat, the island afforded Gratsos as much privacy as he wanted. She knew he was trying to impress her, that she had intrigued him, because so far, nothing of his world had impressed her. He was used to women throwing themselves at him, and she was different enough to be a chal enge. Wel . . . that and he somehow had built-in radar when it came to psychic abilities. It was how he must have found his bodyguard and why he had been so drawn to her.
    At least she knew why he was so interested in her now or it might have been difficult not to be flattered by his attentions. Stavros was a handsome, intel igent man and knew how to pul out every stop to seduce a woman. He was charming about it, but there was an aura of danger surrounding him, and she never discounted reading auras. He wasn’t going to let her go. She was in trouble and she knew it. Stavros didn’t like taking no for an answer.
    Her heart beat a little too fast, and she took a couple of deep breaths to calm the flood of adrenaline. She was out of range of communication here, completely cut off from al help, especial y with that bothersome pain growing stronger in her head. It had to be a transmission of some kind to block psychic energy. She wasn’t certain it was even possible, but the moment she was alone, she was going to test her theory.
    â€œSheena?†Stavros rubbed the back of her hand again. “I wanted you to see my home.†His voice purred. “Say you’re not upset with me for kidnapping you and bringing you here.†He paused on the intricate walkway leading to his magnificent home, tipping up her face to stare intently into her eyes.
    El e could imagine that his intent look would make most women feel a little faint. She just felt sick. Whatever Stavros’s intentions were, he didn’t much care if she agreed or not.

    â€œDoes telepathy run in your family?†She wanted him to think only of that ability and no other. She kept herself strictly under control, not giving in to fear when she wanted to raise her arms to the wind and use the force of it to gain freedom.
    â€œDon’t talk in front of anyone,†he hissed, stil smiling. “This subject is for us alone.â€
    Another bid to join them together. She recognized manipulation when she saw it. At least he was stil trying to be charming and gain compliance rather than force it. She nodded her head, unwil ing to try to fight a losing battle. She’d much rather wait and see what Stavros wanted from her. Maybe she could col ect information that Dane would find helpful, if she managed to make it out alive.
    The door was opened by a matronly looking woman who managed to look right through El e as if she wasn’t there. “This is Drusil a. She’s our