Isobel
Light trickles through the window.
It crawls across the floor, brightening the dark tones of the room.
On the bed, it reaches my eyes, beckoning them open.
I look confusedly at my surroundings. It’s new and unfamiliar.
The dark woods and somber coloring remind me that I’m no longer at home. I’m no longer trapped in my tower. I feel a spark of delight build in my chest.
In the light of the new day, I feel a freedom that I’ve never known before. Strange that it came from my kidnapping.
Tristan sleeps next to me, his thick arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace. I feel the strength coiled in them even when he’s asleep.
Even when he’s unconscious, I feel his unrelenting possession of me.
I turn my head slowly, careful not to wake him.
His dark lashes graze the top of his cheekbones, and a grin plays across his mouth. Here in the morning light, there’s no sign of the criminal, the Montague.
His peace puts me at peace, and a grin finds its way to my lips as well.
Feelings stir in my chest, so strong they surprise even me.
This is real.
I am in love with Tristan Montague.
And he is in love with me.
The thought alone brings me a joy greater than any I’ve ever felt before.
His eyelids flutter open, as if he senses my gaze. Knowing the man, even as little as I do, it’s a definite possibility. His eyes lock onto mine immediately, deep, green, and fathomless.
My heart beat races as the grin on his lips pulls into a full smile.
“You’re awake,” he says, voice husky with unshed sleep.
I nod, my body creeping closer to his own without hesitation.
My head nestles into his chest, his steady heartbeat filling my ears.
“Have you been up long?”
“No, only a few minutes.”
He grunts in acknowledgment, his arms tightening around me.
“We should probably talk about this,” I say, knowing full well the weight those words carry. “You know, you and me...”
“I know,” he says. “It’s complicated.”
“Well that’s an understatement.”
The ghost of a laugh leaves his mouth.
“I want this to work.”