"Mikhail." Her voice was hesitant, as she chose her words carefully. "I belong to myself. I'm a person, not something you can own. In any case, I live in the United States. I'm going back there soon and intend to be on the next train to Budapest." His smile was that of a hunter. Predatory. For a moment the firelight gleamed red, so that his eyes glowed like a wolf's in the night. He said nothing, simply watched her unblinkingly. Her hand fluttered defensively to her throat. "It's late, I should be going." She could hear the pounding of her own heart. What was it she wanted from him? She didn't know, only that this was the most perfect, frightening night of her life, and she wanted to see him again. He was utterly motionless, menacing in his complete stillness. She waited breathlessly. Fear was suffocating her, sending tremors through her slender form. Fear he would let her go; fear he would force her to stay. She drew air into her lungs. "Mikhail, I don't know what you want." She didn't know what she wanted either."