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before ringing the doorbell. He shook his head and inwardly laughed at his reaction. When he went to push his finger into the doorbell button, he realized the door was ajar. He pushed it open, but didn’t pass the doorstep.
    “Miss Del Sarto?” Nobody answered. He gave a look inside. Nothing seemed out of place, but somehow she didn’t seem the kind of women who would leave her door open and unattended. He called her name a second time. He thought he heard a scuffle coming from inside the house. Uncertain, he walked a few steps toward the direction of the sound. He passed a modern-looking kitchen where someone had attempted and failed to prepare a meal. The place was untidy and that too didn’t look right given the little he had seen of Ravenna.
    A scream pierced the silence and Alexander ran toward the hallway opening to the left of the kitchen. He passed an archway and followed a second scream that led him inside what must have been her bedroom and to the bathroom where she was fighting a black-clad figure.

Chapter Four
    For a moment, Ravenna thought she was hallucinating. She was fighting, half-unconscious, when Alexander Drako sprung into her bathroom and attacked her assailant. Utterly confused, she fell to her knees, unable to support her weight anymore. Somehow, she was out of the tub. She couldn’t remember how and when that had happened.
    She watched as Drako locked his right arm around the man’s throat and pushed against his windpipe, while at the same time dragging him away from her. The man tried to free himself, but Drako redoubled his effort and pulled him all the way out of the bathroom. Ravenna felt her limbs becoming heavier until it was hard for her to keep her eyelids open. From the corner where she had fallen, she saw the fight become more violent, but Drako used his fists skillfully until he had the attacker on his knees, blood gushing all over his black uniform.
    “Where can I find something to tie him up with?” Drako called toward her, but it took her a few seconds before she could understand what he had meant by it. “Miss Del Sarto?”
    In a sudden burst of lucidity, she remembered her nudity and found his formality comic.
    Drako swore in Greek. “Ravenna, are you okay?” When she didn’t answer, he raised the assailant by his collar and shook him. “What did you do to her?”
    The man must have given him an answer Drako didn’t like because he hit him so hard the man’s head bounced several times. Then Drako repeated his question. The assailant shook violently, then slumped between Drako’s hands.
    With the last of her strength, Ravenna gave one last look at the unfolding scene while trying to raise her hands to cover her breasts.
    Drako checked the man’s pulse, swore again, and let the body fall to the floor with a thud. “Damned coward.” He was at her side a blink of an eye later, his face a worried mask. “Ravenna, can you hear me?”
    She wanted to nod, but wasn’t sure she could. He had called her by her name.
    “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine. I’m calling Samuel right now.”
    She knew from the reflection off the door mirror he was stroking her shoulders, but couldn’t feel the pressure of his hands on her skin. He left her line of sight for a moment, then reappeared with the white terry robe dangling before her eyes. He draped her with the robe, gently adjusting her limbs to cover her.
    “Help is coming.” He reached his arm around her back and tried to help her get up, but she kept sliding down. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” He took her in his arms and cradled her to his chest, then carried her out of the bathroom.
    She heard him make a few phone calls. He said something to her as well, but she was too tired to answer.
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    Alexander looked down at Ravenna nestled in his arms. She looked peaceful, almost childlike. The thought made him smile. Ravenna Del Sarto was a formidable woman and would have probably punched him if he ever told her