Bound for Nirvana: (The Bound Trilogy Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

whispered, “Aware. I feel more aware.”
    “Of what?”
    “You.”
    “What is it about me you’re more aware of?”
    “How close you are… Your scent.”
    “My scent? And what does it smell like?”
    Hesitating, I scrambled for words to try and describe it, eventually arriving at, “You.”
    I felt him smile briefly against my cheek and then he was gone. Sensing his gaze on me, I surmised that he’d shifted around front, and then I felt a slight tug. The belt on my black, silk robe which surrounded my waist was being gently pulled, not to release it, but to encourage me to step forward.
    “Come with me,” he said suddenly.
    Instinctively, I held out my hand for him to take.
    “Do you trust me, Angelica?”
    “Yes, of course,” I said without delay.
    “Then trust that I won’t let you collide with anything, and I won’t let you fall. I’ll pull on the robe to gently guide you, but you must follow your instinct. Concentrate. Focus your attention on what you know of the layout of your home.”
    My home . His words resonated within me, adding another layer to the blanket of assurance I needed to know that everything was going to be alright.
    “You’ve walked from the lounge to the bedroom many times—that’s where we’re heading. Picture it. Listen to your natural reasoning and respond.”
    Cautiously at first, I stepped forward, my hands outstretched in front of me as a tactual sensing aid to gauge space and obstacles, like the whiskers of a cat. I could sense the gentle pull of the belt around my waist, not enough to navigate me, but enough to give me the confidence to proceed. As advised, I pictured the corridor in my mind’s eye, passing the other bedrooms and the office as I moved. When I’d counted the right amount of rooms to pass, and was fairly certain I’d reached our bedroom, I stretched out my arm to feel for the opening, feeling pleased when my fingers came in contact with the doorjamb.
    Halting, I waited for Ethan to assure me, to give me some indication that I was in the right place, but when he said nothing, I decided to trust what my instinct had told me and turned into the room. I walked confidently now, slow, careful strides until I was sure I was in the center of the room.
    “Stop.” Ethan’s command halted me instantly. “Very good. Now I want you to focus again. What are you aware of now?”
    “There are candles burning.” The answer came immediately, my senses suddenly acutely alert to something my subconscious was only vaguely aware of when I entered the room and for some reason had chosen to ignore.
    “How do you know?”
    “I can smell their scent. It’s my favorite.”
    “What’s the scent?”
    “Ylang-ylang, lavender, and lemon.”
    “Good. Anything else?”
    Concentrating hard, I used my senses to identify any further variations in the room. “The light is muted. As if it’s just the candles that are lighting the room.”
    “Good,” he said again. “Okay. Something in the room is out of place. Take two steps forward—carefully, I don’t want you to bang your legs. Use your hands to feel for it. Identify it.”
    As instructed, I stepped forward, my hands reaching out until they came into contact with soft, plush fabric. I followed the lines of the piece of furniture, my fingertips running smoothly along until they reached the chic curve of the scrolling arm. “It’s the chaise lounge,” I said with confidence.
    The beautiful piece of furniture usually sat at an angle in the corner of the room. It was extravagantly covered in black luscious velvet with gorgeous antique feet.
    “Excellent. Now turnaround and move so that you’re standing at the bottom of the chaise, your calves almost touching… then remove your robe.” His voice was gentle, but his words were a demand, and I crushed my thighs together, an instinctive response to the tightening muscles of my core.
    Moving into position, I pulled down on the tie around my waist, the folds of silken