Through the Looking Glass by Rebecca Lorino Pond Page B

big bed. Every move she made caused the bed to shake as she flopped around like a fish out of water until he had finally had enough.
     
    Without thinking about what he was doing, he reached out and pulled her to him. He tucked her body close to his as he lay on his side. Her movements ceased immediately. “If this is the only way to keep you still so be it,” he whispered into her ear. He draped his arm over her waist while his hand came to rest on the curve of her stomach.
     
    The feel of her body pressed against his w as going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. She felt so warm and soft, not to mention she fit perfectly into the curve of his own body. Yep, it was going to be a long night.  
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 6
     
     
     
                  Isobel awoke the next morning alone in the bed. Her wrist was still shackled to the bed post making her mood turn sour instantly. She was exhausted from not sleeping too much because of the man who held her close to him. Whatever possessed him to do such a thing was beyond her. She just hoped that he would return soon because she really needed to pee.
     
                  The room was still just as warm as it had been the night before. Someone, probably Jakar, had put more logs on the fire and had it burning hot and bright. Sitting there in another man’s bed, Isobel came to the realization she was definitely not dreaming. If she had been dreaming she wouldn’t be able to feel the heat from the fireplace or hear the rumble her stomach made.
     
                  The sound of the door opening had her flopping back down and pretending she was still asleep. The voice she heard coming from in front her let her know she wasn’t able to fool him.
     
                  “I know you are awake,” Jakar’s deep voice said to her back.
     
                  She rolled over to face her captor and give him a piece of her mind but she stopped the sarcastic words from escaping when she saw he was holding a tray of food.
     
                  “Since you did not eat last night, I thought you might be hungry this morning.” He set the tray on her lap after she sat up.
     
                  She eyed the food suspiciously and dared not touch any of it for fear he had poisoned it. The smell was very tantalizing and very hard to resist but she would rather keep on living.
     
                  “Don’t trust me?” He raised an eyebrow at her refusal to eat. “I promise, the food is fine. It hasn’t been poisoned if that’s what you are thinking.” He picked up a slice of the toast bread and took a bit to show her it was edible. “See, no poison!”
     
                  Reluctantly, she began to nibble at the food and before she knew it she had eaten everything on the tray. She hadn’t paid any attention to Jakar as she scarfed down the food and suddenly realized he was still watching her as she finished her last bite of the toasted bread.
     
                  “I’m glad to see you have a healthy appetite. You’re going to need it today.” His pleasant look was gone and had been replace with a scowl.
     
                  The door opened again with a loud bang as Nana walked in carrying a stack of clothes. The woman dropped the pile on the edge of the bed and did a double take when she saw her arm cuffed to the bed. Horror crossed the old woman’s face as she turned and directed her anger at Jakar.
     
                  “How could you, Jakar?” Nana pointed to the metal around her wrist.
     
                  “Nana, it none of your business.” He walked away from the woman who obviously had some kind of special connection to him.
     
                  “It is my business and you know it! She is the one. When are you going to accept that? If your mother was here she would be ashamed