A/N: Thanks to Team Sheiffy
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Chapter 6
Isabella ached from her head to her toes from all the horse riding she had done yesterday. She wasn't used to being on a horse, but she refused to let the savage know she was hurting. She didn't want him to think that she was weak or pathetic. If he did, then he might seek to take advantage of her.
After freshening up at the stream, she slowly walked back towards the group. They had now gathered by their horses and looked set to leave. Edward handed her an oatcake and told her to eat. It tasted bitter, and it was soft as if it had been sitting around for days, but she ate it anyway because she was hungry.
When she was finished, Edward and the rest of his men mounted their horses. Edward motioned for her to come to him. She reluctantly did as she was bid.
Edward noticed that she flinched when he lifted her to sit her down in front of him. "Are you sore?" he asked, though it was more like a demand than a question.
"Nay," She replied, hoping he would drop the matter. She didn't want to discuss her delicate condition and certainly not with the rest of his men listening.
Edward knew that she was lying, so he slowed the pace of the group down again. At this rate, it would take them a full week to reach his home. It was a journey that would usually take two days, but he didn't want Isabella to suffer any more than she needed to.
He hated that she wouldn't confide in him, but then she had no reason to. She had no reason to trust him. He was still a complete stranger to her and a Scotsman.
They rode for most of the day in silence. Isabella was too tired and sore to talk, and it wasn't like Edward was forthcoming with answers anyway. She may have even fallen asleep in his arms on several occasions. She knew it was improper and she knew that she shouldn't feel so comfortable being so close to him, but she was, and she couldn't help the way she felt. There was something about him that pulled her in and made her want to be with him.