Free Scrivener's Tale by Fiona McIntosh Page A

you been in this apartment?’
    Everyone?
He didn’t. But she’d moved on, he could tell. He would think on the quill later. Gabe looked around the apartment. ‘Er … let’s see … it must be coming up to four years. I’m glad you like it. I enjoy living here.’
    â€˜You obviously live alone.’
    â€˜I do. Not even a goldfish for company.’
    He thought she might have smiled but her gaze only became more intense. ‘Do you get lonely?’
    â€˜I suppose I should, but I choose this lifestyle. I’m perfectly happy living alone with my coffee machine and working in a bookshop. How about you?’
    â€˜What do you mean?’
    â€˜Would you like to have a family, friends, a home?’
    â€˜No,’ she murmured.
    That surprised him. His gaze narrowed. ‘You want to change your current situation though, I’m sure.’
    â€˜Is that a question?’
    He smiled at her dry tone. ‘Do you remember anything about your life before the hospitals?’
    â€˜I remember everything. I just don’t want to share it with doctors.’
    Gabe realised too late that he’d reacted far too obviously in sitting forward with a confused expression. Angelina had the grace to look away … far away out of the window.
    â€˜Do you have a family?’ he asked, unable to help the question. The accepted rule was to avoid such directness at the outset, to approach all probing as obliquely as possible. He was so rusty.
    â€˜No,’ she said, unfazed.
    Well, if she was happy to answer … ‘So where is home?’
    â€˜A long way from here.’
    Before the session had begun, Gabe had not had any intention of going beyond winning her trust. But now he wanted to know everything about her; she was as intriguing as she was seductive. The more he looked and listened to her the more he realised that Angelina was needful, but not needy. It was physical help she was after, he now suspected. She wanted his help to get away from Reynard and the doctors, otherwise she’d never have allowed him to know she was not mute.
    She was, however, disarmingly charming and desirable and he was vaguely embarrassed at how she aroused him.
    He cleared his throat again. ‘Angelina —’
    â€˜My friends call me by a different name.’
    Gabe was ready for her this time. He didn’t react. ‘Tell me about them?’
    â€˜They’re elsewhere.’
    â€˜Have you a plan to return to them?’
    Her eyes blazed. His question had fired some hidden desire deep within.
    â€˜Yes,’ she replied, and for the first time since he’d set eyes on Angelina, she gave him her complete attention. Suddenly, it was as if no-one else existed in the world, just the two of them. ‘Are you going to help me?’ she asked.
    He realised he was nodding. He hadn’t meant to make any commitment beyond this single hour. But now he was under her spell.
    â€˜Will you tell me why you’re scared of Reynard?’
    There it was, the question he’d promised himself he wouldn’t ask. His task was to give Angelina’s doctors a glimpse into the world in which she lived, not explore her fears in this opening session.
    Again, she felt none of his unease and replied with candour. ‘I know you think he cares about me, but he doesn’t.’
    â€˜What do mean by that?’
    â€˜I mean that you’re putting your trust in the wrong person. He’s trying to stop me getting home.’
    â€˜Why would he do that?’
    â€˜Because he’s scared of me.’
    â€˜Why should he fear you?’
    â€˜His fear is for you.’
    Gabe had to repeat that in his mind.
Fears for me?
he said silently with incredulity.
    He had to backtrack. ‘Firstly, why do you scare him?’
    â€˜Because of what I can offer.’
    The meaning of her response was clouded, but it was also highly suggestive.
    â€˜And what is it that you