The Virgin's Secret

Angel's gaze flew up and clashed with pure molten gold heat. An answering heat invaded her lower body, and she felt the urge to clamp her legs together, as if that might dampen the strange ache building up there.

Before she could articulate a response, his hand had cupped her jaw and cheek, and suddenly there was no distance between them—only him, so tall and close that he blocked out the sky. And his head was descending, coming nearer and nearer. He smelled musky and
hot.
It was something so earthy that Angel could feel the response being tugged from her down low in her belly, as if she recognized it on some primitive level. Dimly she wondered if this was what people meant when they talked about animal attraction.

Desperately trying to cling to something,
anything
rational, Angel brought a hand to cover his, to pull it down, to stop him, to say no…. But then his mouth was so close that she could feel his breath feather there, mingling with hers. Her mouth tingled. She wanted…she wanted—

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

L
EONIDAS
P
ARNASSUS
looked out of the window of his private plane. They'd just landed at Athens airport. To his utter consternation his chest felt tight and constricted—a sensation he didn't welcome. He was curiously reluctant to move from his seat, even though the cabin staff were preparing to open the door, even though sitting still and not moving was anathema to him. He told himself it was because he was still chafing at the reality that he'd acquiesced to his father's demand that he come to Athens for ‘talks'.

Leo Parnassus did not carve out time for anything or anyone he deemed a waste of his resources and energy. Not a business venture, a lover, nor a father who had put building up the family fortune and clearing their shamed name before a relationship with his son. Leo grimaced slightly, his face so harsh that the steward who had been approaching him stopped abruptly and hovered uncertainly. Leo saw nothing though but the heat haze on the tarmac outside and the darkness of his own thoughts.

He was Greek through and through, and yet he'd never set foot on Greek soil. His family had been exiled from their ancestral home before he was born, but his father had returned
triumphantly just a few years ago; finally realising a lifelong dream to clear their name of a terrible crime and to glory in their new-found status and inestimable wealth.

Bitter anger rose when Leo remembered his beloved
ya ya
's lined and worn face. The sadness that had grooved deep lines around her mouth and shadowed her eyes. It had been too late for
her
to return home. She'd died in an alien country she'd never grown to love. Even though his grandmother had urged him to return as soon as he'd had the chance, he'd condemned Athens on her behalf for breaking her heart. He'd always sworn that he wouldn't return to the place that had spurned his family so easily.

Athens was still home to the Kassianides family who had been responsible for all that pain and sadness, and who were suffering far too belatedly and minutely for what they had done. They had cast a long shadow over his childhood which had been indelibly marked by their actions, in so many ways.

And yet, despite all that…here he was. Because something in his father's voice, an unmistakable weakness had called to him, in spite of everything that had happened. It had touched him on some level. In short, he'd felt
compelled
to come. Perhaps he wanted to prove to himself that he was not at the mercy of his emotions?

The very thought of that made him go cold; at the tender age of eight he'd made an inarticulate vow never to let any intensity of emotion overwhelm him, because that's what had killed his mother. Surely he could handle looking his ancestral home in the face and turn his back on it once and for all? Of course he could.

But first he had to deal with the fact that his father wanted him to take over the Parnassus shipping business. Leo had denied his inheritance a long time ago; he'd embraced the entrepreneurial American spirit, and now ran a diverse subsidi
ary business that encompassed finance, acquisitions, and real estate, recently snapping up an entire block of buildings in New York's Lower East Side for redevelopment.

His sole input to his father's business had been a couple of years before when they'd tightened the noose of revenge around the neck of Tito Kassianides, the last remaining patriarch of the Kassianides family. It was the one thing that had joined father and son: a united desire to seek vengeance.

Leo had taken singular pleasure in making sure that the Kassianides' demise was ensured, thanks to a huge merger his father had orchestrated with Aristotle Levakis, one of Greece's titans of industry. That victory now, though, when he was faced with the reality of touching down in Greece, felt curiously empty. He couldn't help but think of his grandmother, how much she'd longed for this moment and never got a chance to see it.

A discreet cough sounded, ‘I'm sorry, sir?'

Leo looked up, intensely irritated to have been observed in a private moment. He saw the steward was gesturing to the now open cabin door. Leo's chest clenched tightly again, and he had the childishly bizarre urge to tell them to slam the door shut and take off, back to New York. It was almost as if something outside that door lay in wait for him. Such a mix of emotions was rising to the surface, and it was so unwelcome that he stood up jerkily from his seat as if he could shake them off.

He walked to the cabin door, very aware of the eyes of his staff on him. Normally it didn't bother him, he was used to people looking at him for his reaction, but now it scraped over his skin like sandpaper.

The heat hit him first, dry and searing. Strangely familiar. He breathed in the Athens air for the first time in his life and felt his heart hit hard with the intensifying of that absurd feeling of familiarity. He'd always felt that coming here
would feel like betraying his grandmother's memory, but now it was as if she was behind him, gently pushing him forward. For a man who lived by cool logic and intellect, it was an alien and deeply disturbing sensation.

He concealed his eyes behind dark shades as an ominous prickling skated over his skin. He had the very unwelcome sensation that everything in his life was about to change.

 

At the same moment on the other side of Athens.

 

‘Delphi, just take a deep breath and tell me what's wrong—I can't help you until I know what it is.'

That just provoked more weeping. Angel grabbed another tissue, a trickle of unease going down her spine now. Her younger half-sister said brokenly, ‘I don't do this kind of thing, Angel, I'm a law student!'

Angel smoothed her pretty sister's fall of mahogany hair behind one ear and said soothingly, ‘I know, sweetie. Look, it can't be that bad, whatever it is, so just tell me and then we can deal with it.'

Angel was absolutely confident when she said this. Delphi was introverted, too quiet. She always had been, and even more so since a tragic accident had killed her twin sister about six years ago. Ever since then she'd buried herself in books and studies, so when she said quietly, after a little sniffly hiccup, ‘
I'm pregnant…'
the words simply didn't register in Angel's head.

They didn't register until Delphi spoke again, with a catch in her voice.

‘Angel—did you hear me? I'm pregnant. That's what…that's what's wrong.'

Angel's hands tightened reflexively around her half-sister's and she looked into her dark brown eyes—so different from
her own light blue ones, even though they both shared the same father.

Angel tried not to let the shock suck her under. ‘Delph, how did it happen?' She grimaced. ‘I mean, I know
how
…but…'

Her sister looked down guiltily, a flush staining her cheeks red. ‘Well…you know Stavros and I have been getting more serious…' Delphi looked up again, and Angel's heart melted at the turmoil she saw on her sister's face.

‘We both wanted to, Angel. We felt the time was right and we wanted it to be with someone we loved…'

Angel's heart constricted. That was exactly what she had wanted too, right up until— Her sister continued, cutting through Angel's painful memory.

‘And we were careful, we used protection, but it…' She blushed again, obviously mortified to have to be talking about this at all. ‘It split. We decided to wait until we knew there was something to worry about…and now there is.'

‘Does Stavros know?'

Delphi nodded miserably and looked sheepish. ‘I never told you this, but on my birthday last month Stavros asked me to marry him.'

Angel wasn't that surprised; she'd suspected something like this might happen with the two of them. They'd been sweethearts for ever. ‘Has he spoken to his parents?'

Delphi nodded, but fresh tears welled. ‘His father has told him that if we marry he'll be disinherited. You know they've never liked us…'

Angel winced inwardly for her sister. Stavros came from one of the oldest and most established families in Greece, and his parents were inveterate snobs. But before she could say anything Delphi was continuing in a choked voice.

‘…and now it's worse, because the Parnassus family are
home, and everyone knows what happened, and with Father going bankrupt…' she trailed off miserably.

A familiar feeling of shame gripped Angel at the mention of that name:
Parnassus
. Many years before, her family had committed a terrible crime against the much poorer Parnassus family, falsely accusing them of a horrific murder. It was only recently that they had atoned for that transgression. When her great-uncle Costas, who had actually committed the crime, had confessed all in a suicide note, the Parnassus family, who were now phenomenally successful and wealthy, had seen their chance for revenge, and had returned to Athens from America on a wave of glory. The consequent scandal and shake-up in power meant that her father, Tito Kassianides, had started haemorrhaging business and money, to the point that they now faced certain bankruptcy. Parnassus had made certain that everyone now knew how the Kassianides family had wilfully abused their power in the most heinous way.

‘Stavros wants us to elope—'

Angel's focus came back, and she immediately went to interject, but Delphi put up a hand, her pale face streaked with tears. ‘But I won't allow him to do that.'

Angel shut her mouth again.

‘I won't be responsible for him being cut off and disinherited—not when I know how important it is to him that he gets into politics some day. This could ruin all his chances.'

Angel marvelled at her sweet sister's selflessness. She took her hands again and said gently, ‘And what about you, Delph? You deserve some happiness too, and you deserve a father for your baby.'

A door slammed downstairs and they both flinched minutely.

‘He's home…' Delphi breathed, a mixture of fear and loathing in her voice as the inarticulate roars of their father's
drunken rage drifted up the stairs. More tears welled in her red-rimmed eyes, and suddenly Angel was extremely aware of the fact that her baby sister was now pregnant and needed at all costs to be protected from the potential pain of dealing with any scandal or losing Stavros. She took her gently by the shoulders and forced her to look into her eyes.

‘Sweetheart, you did the right thing telling me. Just act as if everything is normal and we'll work something out. It'll be fine—'

Delphi's voice took on a hysterical edge. ‘But Father is getting more and more out of control, and mother is unravelling at the seams—'

‘Shh. Look, haven't I always been there for you?'

Angel winced inwardly. She
hadn't
been there when Delphi had needed her most, after Damia, her twin's death, and that was why she'd made the promise to stay at home until Delphi gained her own independence, her twin's death having affected her profoundly. Now her sister just nodded tearily, biting her lip, and looked at Angel with such nakedly trusting eyes that Angel had to batten down the almost overwhelming feeling of panic. She caught a lone tear falling down Delphi's face and wiped it away gently with a thumb.

‘You've got exams coming up in a few months, and enough to be thinking about now. Just leave everything to me.'

Her sister flung skinny arms around Angel's neck, hugging her tight. Angel hugged her back, emotion coursing through her to think that in a few months her sister's belly would be swollen with a baby. She had to make sure she and Stavros got married. Delphi wasn't hardy and cocky, as her twin had been. Where one had been effervescent and exuberant, the other had always been the more quiet foil. And as for their father—if he found out—

Delphi pulled back and spoke Angel's thoughts out loud. ‘What if Father—?'

Angel cut her off. ‘He won't. I promise. Now, why don't you go to bed and get some sleep? And don't worry, I'll handle it.'