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He came at her then with such complete menace that she shrieked, attempting to fly from the bed and find some escape -- the window seemed a fair choice, compared with the deadly gaze he had cast her way.

But he caught her long before she reached the window. Caught her arm, spun her around. His fingers caught hold of the very proper collar of her high-necked gown, and he ripped. "Stop!" she hissed, struggling, scratching, clawing, desperate to be free from him.

He had never been more determined, more ruthless, more relentless. With incredible purpose, he destroyed the gown, ripping with a vengeance. Choking, gasping, struggling, striking out, Shawna struggled in vain. Soon, it lay in absolute tatters at her feet.

His hands fell away from her.

She glared at him. He was looking only into her eyes. "You'll not leave this room!" he informed her with a quiet menace that was even more frightening in a strange way than the manner in which he had destroyed her clothing.

"Oh, God!" she gasped out, once again spinning to run, when she realized he meant to reach for her again. "Nay, you will not touch me, you will not!" she cried.

But he did. Picking her up, he tossed her down upon the bed.

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