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he tugged her hand from around his
arm. Her stomach dropped as his reserve slipped back into place. What had she done
wrong? Alana shrank toward the bed. Ach, but she could not understand the man.
Here she was apologising and defending him and he behaved as if she had
offended him.
    He
glanced out of the window and sighed. “‘Tis late and I am weary after yer
escapades. Get into bed. I’ll be sleeping on the floor.”
    Alana
eyed the pallet intended for a maid, imagining Morgann’s large form sprawled
out on it. And then she pictured him elsewhere.
    In
the bed.
    Heat
rose in her face. Lord, she couldn’t let him stay here. She wouldn’t get a
moment’s rest. For some reason Morgann MacRae made her think all kinds of
wanton thoughts. She certainly didn’t recall feeling like this during their
years growing up together.
    Oh
aye, she’d wanted to kiss him. Even imagined marrying him. But an ache never
developed between her legs whenever she thought of him like now.
    As
if knowing where her thoughts were leading, he watched her carefully, gaze
roaming her body as she curled a hand around the bed post for support.
    “Well,
are ye getting into bed then, lass?” he asked impatiently.
    “I
cannae. ‘Tis nae proper. I refuse.” She forced strength into her voice,
determined to find her courage once more. The soft approach was not going to
work so she needed to figure out another escape plan.
    “Ye’ll
do as I say. Just because we were once friends, Alana, doesnae mean I willnae
force ye to do my bidding. I’ve been too soft on ye already and look where that
lead me. Climbing up the side of my damned keep!”
    She
huffed. “Well I must relieve myself first and I’ll not do that in front of ye.
At least take me to the garderobes.”
    Morgann
faltered at this and thrust a hand into his black hair. “Aye, as ye will.” Yanking
open the door, he motioned for her to step through.
    She
glanced along the hallway. Should she try and make a run for it? Strong hands snatched
her arms and she struggled against his hold, crying out in frustration as he
shoved her back into the room and slammed the door firmly shut behind him.
    “What
are ye doing?” She rubbed her arms where he had grabbed her and saw the flicker
of remorse in his gaze.
    "Dinnae
even think about it,” he growled.
    "I
didnae do anything!"
    "Aye,
but ye were considering it. Ye'll not escape, Alana. Ye'll leave this castle
when I say, no sooner, and ye'd be better off getting used to the idea."
He bent and reached for the tied sheets, still curled in a bundle on the floor.
"Get on the bed," he commanded.
    The
tenor to his voice sent a shiver through her. A shiver of fear or excitement?
She wasn't entirely sure. Her feelings toward Morgann had become so muddled.
She did not want to stay his prisoner yet she hungered to be around him. Aye,
those hits to the head truly had confused her.
    Still
she kept her back straight and maintained eye contact, even as he bore down
upon her. "Nay," she said hoarsely.
    "On.
The. Bed."
    "Nay."
    With
a sigh, he latched his hands around her waist and threw her on the bed. She squealed
as the bed ropes creaked and she bounced against the mattress. Before she could
push herself up, Morgann was upon her once more, clasping both wrists in one
hand as he bound them with the sheets, effectively tying her to the bed.
    Eyes
wide, she fought uselessly against him. "How am I to relieve myself
now?" she asked feebly.
    "I
doubt ye even needed to but ye'll be able to use the chamber pot with some difficulty."
    Alana
glanced down. Aye, she'd not really needed it. But she would at some point
during the night. Did he expect her to do so with her hands bound and him lying
on a mattress at the foot of her bed?
    She
tugged on her bindings. "And how shall I stay warm now I've got no
blankets?"
    “Ye
should have thought of that before ye decided to use them to escape.”
    She
gave the sheets binding her wrists one last tug, blew her hair from her