Haunted Ch. 13Addie sighed as she glanced at Doran. It seemed like he was sleeping, but she couldn't understand how he could be at a time like this.Shifting her wrists, she sighed as the soft fabric that bound her hands to the bed pulled against her skin. She had insisted that Doran tie her up, despite his better attempts at swaying her otherwise. They had debated over it for the better part of a half an hour until finally he angrily gave in and tied her to the head board.She had thought it had been the most logical solution now that Abiagael could take over her body, using her to try to kill Doran. But she refused to even open herself up to the possibility that she might hurt him, whether it was with her conscience or someone else's.And now she sat in an uncomfortable position, her spine molding into the pillows that Doran had set behind her back in an attempt to make her comfortable. Only it wasn't working. Her whole body was stiff, tired and sore from being forced to stay in the same position.