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the
arresting vision of him in repose.  Now was not the time to dawdle.  She had no
notion the ways of servants in this castle, but she couldn’t chance discovery
before she’d had the chance to put her plot into action.
                She quickly
searched the room for some implement to bind him.  There were no tools or ropes
that she could see, no drapery but the fragile gauze that even she could rip
through with ease.
                The furs would be
of no use either.  They were too tough and thick to bend as needed.  She looked
back at the squat table.  All she had were the sad remains of her robes. 
Sighing, she picked the robe up and walked softly around to the opposite side
of the bed where he lay.
                With quick
efficiency, she twisted the length of fabric into a thick cord and looped the
ends into knots that she could slip over his wrists and tighten from the top
once in place.  She knew she would have to move quickly, before he could
rouse.  Thankfully, he’d angled enough in his sleep that she saw she could bind
him to one bedpost.
                She wrapped the
length around the post and took a deep breath, willing her nerve not to waver. 
It was now or never.  Her heart drummed in her throat, choking off her breath. 
Steeling herself for action, she gently slipped the loops around his upraised
wrists.  The moment she had the loops around his wrists, she snatched the knot
at the crux of the post, tightening the binding.
                He awakened at
once with a startling growl.  Swan leapt atop the bed and straddled him,
holding him down with her body while she clamped her hands over his mouth.  He
went still immediately when he saw her, though his arms tensed with leashed
power. 
                Alert, he was
more frightening than she’d imagined he could possibly be when she’d thought
about tying him up.  Slanted brows drew down in anger.  Fierce black eyes,
flecked with gold, stared at her above the level of her hands.  Swan watched
him warily, swallowing hard past the lump in her throat.  She’d caught a wolf,
and now didn’t know what to do with him.
                “Are you going to
call for help if I take my hands away?” she asked.  “Blink once for no, twice
for yes.”
                He blinked once.
                Swan regarded him
suspiciously for several moments before she slowly withdrew her hands.
                “Why have you
bound my arms?” he said, his voice tight, his gaze watchful.
                Swan felt a surge
of victory as she realized he was well and truly caught.  She’d done it.  He
was at her mercy.  She needed only the strength of will to enact her plan. 
“Now you are my prisoner,” she said triumphantly.

 
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
                “What do you plan
to do with me?” he asked, his voice carefully neutral.
                “Quiet!  I’m in
control now.  You will answer my questions or I shall be the one dining on
wolf.”
                “Yes, my lady,”
he said, condescension evident in his tone.  His mouth quirked in a half smile
that was as inherently sensual as it was annoying.  His lack of an appropriate
response spoke volumes--he didn’t believe the seriousness of his situation.
                He leisurely
raked his gaze down her nude body, lingering for long moments on the tips of
her breasts, peeping through the curtain of her hair.
                Swan flushed at
his encompassing look, wishing she’d thought to consider covering her nakedness
before proceeding, but there was no time for regret.  In any case, she had
known she must act fast.  There’d been no time to look for something to cover
herself if she’d thought to consider it.
                She was in
control--she had to remember that fact.  Until he satisfied her--she blushed at
the