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Gripping the fra the hallway It was e corridor No one lurked in the shadows There was no sign of a figurefurtively down the stairs

He turned and opened the first door to his left, glanced inside but found nothing As he made his way back to his room, he heard Isabella’s desperate plea

“Please, stop Go away Leave me alone”

Panic flared

Tristan raced to her door and tapped twice “Isabella,” he whispered “Isabella”

“No, don’t”

Without giving the ed into her chamber

The dancing flaolden hue over the rooain the rooe four-poster bed were drawn He feared so inside

“Don’t,” Isabella cried

Tristan dragged back the bed hangings to find no one other than an ebony-haired temptress stretched out on the bed Every soft curve was visible through the thin white nightdress as she writhed back and forth, lost in a distressing drea too

With treers, he touched her hand “Isabella Wake up Can you hear me?”

She ith a start, sat bolt upright, her eyes wide, fearful “What?” She sucked in a breath, blinked numerous times “Tristan?”

“You were dreae of the bed

“Tristan!” With a sigh of relief, she wrapped her arht “My dreaht I was alone”

Disesture, he ran his palht the selfish urge to capture her ined horrors “I heard you call out I would not have entered your chaht you were in distress”