Elise felt her movement restricted as Ian had held both of her wrist with his hands. He raised her elbow beside her ears, pushing her with his weight to topple her down. Thinking that she would smack her head to the chair opposite toward the one they have been sitting at, Elise closed her eyes, bracing for the hard pain on the back of her head only to feel her back and head bouncing on a soft mattress.
She looked around her in a startle. In a second the view she had suddenly shifted. The oak roof of the carriage and the yellow light from the oil lamp had disappeared in a blink. Now, she found herself inside Ian's room where it was dark, but not dark enough to hinder her sight from beholding his charming face and his unruffled attire after the little scene they did in the carriage.
It took Elise a while to realize that Ian had pushed her into the teleporting portal to directly move from the carriage back to his room.
