"No. I'm fine and its fine." Ellie is nervous as I say that to her. None of them intended to hurt me the way that he had yet I still couldn't bring myself to even let Ellie take a look. "I'm sorry Lottie but Ryder asked me to check, he said that it was painful when you sat up and that you were having trouble standing. The wound could be infected and if blood posing has occurred we need to get to it now." She's nervous. My head shakes from side to side and it makes my hair drop down over my shoulders. "Please. Tell Ryder that I didn't let you." Ellie sighs and gets up from the chair, running her hands over her face. She gives me a nod and bends her legs down slightly in a curtsy before she moves to exit the room. "Ellie," I call her back. "I'm sorry. I don't want you to get in trouble." She freezes near the door. "Don't worry about it." Leaning over I pick up the book, remembering how I wanted to ask her about some of the words. After I ask she smiles and comes back to sit back down near me, reassuring me that it's fine. She easily spells out the words for me and tells me that if I have any other problems to call her. She seemed to ease in her nervousness after I asked her to help me with the reading. I asked her to go against Ryder, her king. It would unsettle me and make me nervous as well if I were in the same position. She relaxed after I called her back and it made me more comfortable to see it. The chicken she bought me melted in my mouth and I savoured every bit as I placed it in. I could get used to living here if this is the food I was feed on a daily basis. It was slowly making its way through my body, putting weight on my frail body like Ryder wanted me too. Two days Ryder has known me and the way he's treating me is a lot different then I might have expected. Once again I am back thinking about Ryder positioned over the top of me his lips against mine, moving down my throat invoking deep moans from deep in my throat. The way he treats me leaves me thinking of two another two things, one he's only doing it to get me to let my guard down and to get into my pants or two, he cares for me deeply and having him on top of me just becomes a part of our future, together. He trusts me though. He could have been lying but it's obvious he wasn't. The idea seems alienated running through my mind, much like the character 'Ruby' in my book. I feel as if I can relate to her, she didn't have anyone. She was taken from her parents when she was ten and was thrown into a camp where it was made difficult for her to make friends. I'm now up to part of her escape and she's just meet a boy. As cliché as it sounds this castle is my escape much like that mini-van was for Ruby and Ryder is my Liam. I'm beginning to realise how different my life would be if I weren't attacked in the alley much like how different Ruby's life would have been if she hadn't escaped that camp. When Reynolds walks out on to the balcony I jump the book slipping in my hands. He smiles a little at me before apologising for scaring me. He takes the empty plate from next to me and looks down at me with a slightly questioning look. "Ryder has also asked me to check that you're ok since you didn't let Ellie check the cut." He raises his eyebrows. Sighing I look back down at my torso. I push myself further up in the chair and ignore the pain that Reynolds is looking for. Sighing I drop my hand down and lift my shirt up just enough to show him the cut. They're not going to give up on getting a look at it, it's just so they can check on me and I'm beginning not to mind as much. Reynolds looks away when I lift my shirt up and he doesn't look back for a couple of minutes and until after he places the plate back down. He sighs as he kneels down in front of me. His hands are shaking lightly as he runs his fingers lightly along the sides of the reddened cut. "Don't run your hands along girl's stomachs often?" I joke, trying to disguise the groan of pain I just let out. He lets out a small laugh, pressing at my skin a little which he apologises for when I acknowledge more pain. "Not really." He starts his fingers continuing to poke at the cut. "Here in Jordena it's pretty much illegal to look at someone of the opposite sex in the way I am now if they belong to someone else." 'Belong to someone else' Reynolds looks up at me and back down again watching for my reaction. The way that he says it makes me think that he's referring to Ryder holding some ownership over me, and with the way we react around each other it's a freighting possibility. I feel something for him but I don't want that. "Relationships are very different here." He begins, pausing slightly to think over his words. "Have you heard how wolves mate for life?" Wolves? My eyebrows rise wondering what this has to do with his hands on my stomach and Jordanian relationships.