Kidnapped the Wrong Sister by Marie Kelly Page A

the house.  Part of her had been sad to be leaving the wonderful island, with its tranquillity which seeped into her very bones, his island, which she had fallen so much in love with in such a short time.
    As they stood on the boat, the warm sun heated their bodies, while the sea air provided a cooling breeze.  Nikias’ mobile once more rang; this time he recognised the number and answering it, his voice angry.  “Where are you Alexis?”, he demanded, making Diona’s head whip round.  As he had done the previous time his brother called, Nikias reverted to Greek, his voice clipped, before he called off, looking over at Diona, his face sombre.
    “What did he say?”, she asked, her voice hard. “I told him that I was taking you both back home”, he said softly to her, seeing how she nodded.  “He was asking where your sister was, says he wants to talk to her”  He watched as Diona’s eyes became angry.  “I don’t think that would be a good idea”, she said.  “He has hurt her enough”, she added, looking away from him.
    Nikias looked intently out to sea, his face serious as he recalled the conversation with his brother.  Alexis demanded that he tell him where she was, not something that he had ever done before.  As Nikias angrily told him that he was to get himself back to the island, he heard the way his brother groaned, his voice so pained as he once more begged him to tell him where she was.  Looking at Diona, he knew that he had to get Daryle Brown away from Greece as soon as possible.  A small voice was warning him that even now she still posed a threat to his brother and he frowned.  If Daryle Brown was half the woman Diona was then she was a problem; he could handle Diona, but he was not so sure if Alexis could handle Daryle.
    As the large luxury car drove to the small bed and breakfast just on the outskirts of the small Greek village, Diona was relieved to see Daryle waiting for them.  Daryle, however was surprised to see Nikias with her sister, and looked at him coldly before he spoke.  “Daryle, I am sorry about the way I treated you”, Nikias said, his voice soft, as he watched Daryle flash a hurt look to her sister, before her eyes filled with tears and Diona pulled her in close, her voice soothing.  “Its OK sweetie”, he heard Diona say so softly, “Let’s get you home”
    His eyes frown ed at the obvious hurt the younger woman was feeling.  She was, he had to admit, very beautiful, her colouring darker than her sister’s, her copper hair hanging loosely around her perfect figure.  He could see instantly what had attracted Alexis, but looking at Diona, he felt the familiar jolt at the way he reacted to just the sight of her.
    In the car , they all sat in silence.  Diona watched her sister with such concern as she looked out of the window, her eyes full of hurt as she stared unseeing at the passing landscape.  Nikias frowned, the anger once more rising within him at his younger brother.  He noticed how nervous Diona became as they came closer to the airport, wondering again why she refused to use his plane, a much simpler alternative to the hassle of tourist flights.
    Arriving at the airport, they made their way to the check-in.  Diona was surprised to find that he had booked them onto executive seats, a luxury she had never been able to afford.  As she looked up at him, he gave her a small wink, surprised to see how she seemed to be shaking slightly as she looked nervously around.
    “It really is the only way to travel”, he whispered with a small smile, which she returned shakily.  He made to slip his hand into hers, a small comforting action seeing how nervous the thought of flying seemed to be making her, just as a loud cry came from the left of them.
    “Daryle!”  The three of them turned round to see a tall handsome man run towards them.  Nikias looked on in surprise, as Daryle lifted her hands to her mouth in a sob.  “No”, she cried, turning to find