The sensuality of power radiated from his every gesture, but he remained entirely unaware of his extraordinary ability to attract. There were women here in Rome – women all over the world – who would have gladly sunk themselves in his shadow, had he only known it, had he dared to look beyond the cage in which he had determined to imprison himself. But he was blind to the most essential element of his own magnetism. Someone had taught him to expect only rejection and revulsion in this world and now, in the natural shyness of youth, he was merely repeating to himself whatever painful lessons he had been forced to learn by rote in childhood.