He rested his chin on her hair and placed his palms against her stomach in a possessive gesture. Martin watched the boy’s face contort with pain as Storm shook her head, and pressed up close to him. “Beth, it’s Alistair, don’t you remember me? I’m your brother.” “What’s all the commotion?” Storm hurried into the study. “She’s lost her memory and won’t know you.” “Damn you, Campbell.” He released his hold and stepped back. “I won’t leave until I see Beth.” Alistair fought to escape Martin’s iron grip. “Leave my house or I’ll send for the law.” Martin grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him against the wall. She’s carrying my child and belongs here with me.” His voice sounded cold, implacable. I’ve come to take Beth home.” The pistol stuck in his belt and hidden under his coat, gave Alistair the confidence to stand up to his foe.
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