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sent Lindsey’s mind in a whirl. Did he know he had just saved her from making a great mistake?
    “It’s very beautiful,” Lindsey said at last. “Wet, but the grass is always green.”
    Alec laughed playfully, again casting Lindsey that dashing smil e. But Lindsey’s mind quickly wandered to the cold, pale hand placed upon hers. She looked up to see Kyle towering over her, his icy blue eyes were scanning her carefully.
    “Darling, could you please fetch me th e chocolates from the conservatory?” He asked her politely.
    His eyes gleamed, telling Lindsey that she did not really have a choice in the matter at all. Lindsey forced another smile, giving a quick nod. Rising to her feet, she felt Kyle’s touch slip down, gently grasping below her waist. She moved quickly, her face burning red in reaction to his touch.
    Lindsey could tell that this party was not going to be normal.
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Lindsey sat amongst the group. She was kept by Kyle’s side , displayed like a trophy on the shelf as the group of strangers conversed about the past and the future. Every now and then they tried to include Lindsey. But all she wanted to do was scream in frustration.
    As the day went on, slowly merging into night, more and more guests arrived at the gathering, making it a party. Music echoed around the house and laughter warmed its coldness. Yet Lindsey could not find the party spirit in her heart, not when she wasn’t free. Even when Kyle allowed her to roam the house she felt imprisoned by him. Everywhere she went, he would appear. His eyes were just as cold and calculating as ever before. There was no escape for Lindsey.
    “Do you know where Kyle keeps his keys?” Lindsey had quietly asked a guest, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
    The guest frowned, looking around briefly before he addressed Lindsey again. “No, sorry,” he murmured and disappeared into the crowd without another word.
     
     
     
     
    Lindsey stared after him, bewildered that this had happened three times in a row. She even made up a story about leaving something in the car, but she had forgotten where Kyle kept the car keys. But no one seemed to know where Kyle kept the house keys, or mind that every door in the house was locked. Lindsey felt she was the only sane player in some sick game Kyle had invented just for her. She was trapped in his world and she was the only person who wanted out.
    Defeated, Lindsey sunk into the sofa in the conservatory. She covered her face with her hands, taking deep, ragged breaths as she tried to compose herself. Kyle would be angry if he saw her cry in front of all his guests.
    “My, is it qui et in here,” said a husky voice.
    Lindsey looked up, quickly wiping the tears from her face with her palms. She smiled forcibly, watching as Alec closed the door behind him. He made his way over, taking a seat next to her. Lindsey hoped he didn’t see how she trembled.
    “You don’t seem to be enjoying the party,” he stated quietly. “Althoug h, you are the talk of the party. The bell of the ball. Have you tired of the limelight?”
     
    Lindsey bowed her head lightly, smiling as she shook her head. “I am just a little tired, after travelling,” she lied, and yet her mind begged her to blurt out the truth. But what would Alec do if she told him? Perhaps he already knew.
    “Yes, from Scotland,” Alec smiled. He glanced over his shoulder but no one was there; everyone was in the living room, where the music played and drink flowed freely.
    He turned to Lindsey again, this time he wore a determined smile. “I do not buy this love story, my little Lindsey,” he said bluntly.
    Lindsey’s eyes widened, unconsciously giving herself away. She knew that when Alec laughed the illusion Kyle had created of a happy couple was shattered.
    “So what is really going on?” Alec pressed eagerly.
    Lindsey looked away, avoiding his blazing eyes. But Alec would not leave her alone.
    “Lindsey,” he said softly,