Chapter SevenIt had all happened so fast.
Ivana could hardly believe that she was not dreaming and would soon wake up and find herself still in her comfortable bed.
As Lord Hanford drove on, she was aware that the travelling bratchka had no doors but was open at the sides.
There was just the front against which the driver rested his feet.
The rope that had been tied so tightly round her ankles was causing her pain, as was the gag in her mouth.
She was just as conscious that the wind had blown a little of her hair over her eyes.
Although she tried her best to flick it away, it remained there, tickling and irritating her so that she wanted to scream out.
She was well aware that the reason Lord Hanford had gagged her so tightly was so that she could not cry for help.
He had ensured mo
