is a glorious day!”
spun around dramatically, her arms spread wide.
She performed several jaunty dance steps as she made her way down the
gloomy halls of Wyndemere.
Sister.” Coming seemingly from
thin air, Stavros’ gruff voice startled Sabrina and she gasped in fright.
“Your exuberance is far too noticeable.
And quite unlike your normal morning persona.”
slumped against the cold stones and watched her older half-brother materialize
from a shadowy corner. Prince Stavros Nikolai Mikkosovich Cassadine strode briskly
from the shadows and smiled coldly at her.
Sabrina’s heart, which had just begun to recover from the fright of
unexpectedly hearing his voice, now began to thump anew.
She was cautious of Stavros in the best of times.
And those times when his face wore what he considered a smile were the
most dangerous of all.
should really be more careful, Sabrina,” he murmured low and intense.
“Someone might get suspicious of your good mood this particular day.”
I actually do have good moods.”
Sabrina nodded toward the cruel smile that curved his sensual lips.
“You are the one bound to arouse suspicions.
Everyone knows that a smile on your face is a precursor to danger.”
smiled broadly at the observation. “How well you think you know me, Sister dear.”
about the intonation of the words sent a chill racing down Sabrina’s spine.
Contrary to what many believed about the Prince, Stavros never spoke just
to hear himself talk. “What does
smiling Prince merely took his half-sister by the arm and began to escort her
down the hallway. Sabrina dug her
heels in, stopping their progress abruptly. “What does that mean?” she asked almost
desperately. “What have you
shrugged. “Exactly what you
asked of me, Little One! I have
removed Nikolas and Andresj’ from the equation. Your path to Stefan’s heart is now clear of obstacles.”
felt her knees begin to weaken. “I meant for you to send them somewhere abroad for a few
weeks,” she gasped weakly. “Dear
god, Stavros, tell me you know that is what I meant!”
dear,” Stavros replied, patently false. “Was it?”