Todos os capítulos de A Bride for the Wrong Brother : Capítulo 11

(Alondra's POV)I woke to the sound of metal.A soft slow clink, like a coin being turned over in someone's hand. My eyes opened to a ceiling of dark wood beams. A heavy chandelier hanging from a black iron chain. The bedposts I was tied to were tall and carved at the tops.I was not in the same room anymore.I tried to lift my left hand. It would not lift. The chain at my wrist drew tight against the post above my head and pulled me back down. My other arm lay loose against the silk sheet that had been thrown across my lower half. My right cheek throbbed in a slow heavy pulse where his palm had landed. The taste of dried blood sat at the corner of my mouth.This was his bed.I did not have to be told.The whole room smelled like him. That same dark clean scent from the staircase, pine and smoke and something colder underneath. The pillows. The sheets. The air itself. He had not slept here. I could tell from the coldness of the silk beside me. Yet every part of this room knew his body