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Chapter Four

An hour later, after Chien Fou and his guards had been shown to their rooms, the gray-eyed stranger who’d brought the terrorists to her home took Amelia’s arm and led her into her suite. Amelia wanted to scream and run, but she had nowhere to go and no one but the enemy to hear her cries.

And she was her father’s only protection.

Cole closed the double doors and surveyed her rooms. With a shake of his head and a harsh laugh, he turned those gray eyes on her. “Tough job, being a rich heiress.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Amelia said, horrified when her voice broke. She lifted her chin and looked him in the eye, doing her best not to falter beneath his icy glare.

He was unfazed by her puny effort at bravery.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t say the same. She was definitely intimidated by him. She turned away. “I have to…” She gestured toward her bathroom.

He stalked over and pushed open the sliding mirrors that divided it from the rest of her suite. “Not until I check it out first.”

He stopped and turned. “After you, of course.”

Fear clutched at her throat as she walked past him. He was so tall, so—dominant. He made her luxurious suite seem small.

But then, the whole house seemed tiny, now that it was filled with dangerous, murderous men.

Chien Fou was in the luxurious guest suite right above hers. His guards had staked out the other bedrooms. All except Abel and Habib, who were sharing guard duty in front of her father’s suite.

Her father. He’d looked so fragile as the men had handcuffed him and led him away. She’d been at his side constantly since his heart attack, protecting him—from the stress of running a multimillion-dollar boat-building company, from curious friends who kept asking about his health, from anything that might trigger a second attack.

“I want to check on my father,” she said, crossing her arms as she faced Cole.

He was scanning every inch of the bath, and she was sure not one thing escaped his attention. Certainly not the telephone.