Whoever her customer was, he sounded large and every bit as drunk as Caroline had said. Gunther was with him. Alexandra heard the whoremaster curse and tell his companion to watch his step. Then the key turned in the lock. Instinctively Alexandra drew the wrapper tightly closed. Setting the brush on the dresser, she pulled the chair within easy reach of it and sat, trying to conserve her energy. She felt every bit as though a hungry lion paced beyond the door, fangs bared. How would she live through the coming nightmare? No, how would she stop it? Saying a silent prayer, she forced her arms to remain at her sides instead of hugging herself as she was tempted to do. She had to convince Gunther she was compliant so he would leave. Never could she take on two men. Not in her current condition. One would be difficult enough, but Alexandra had already decided she’d die before she’d be a victim again. The door creaked on its hinges and Gunther appeared, wearing a grin on his swarthy face.
