![]() ![]() It was still slightly swollen and the gash was tender. My head throbbed, and I gently touched the aching spot at my temple. With a start, I stood, but immediately sat back down as a wave of dizziness overtook me. I lifted a hand to my nose and caught the fresh scent of lavender and realized I’d been bathed as well. My hair hung loose in silky waves, as if someone had recently brushed it. I slid to the edge of the bed, noting the exquisite nightdress I was wearing with tiny embroidered roses at the scalloped neckline. A leather-bound book with gilded corners lay on the floor, not upon rushes, but upon a thick patterned rug of the same deep blue as the tapestries. One of the chairs had been pulled alongside the bed but was empty. The chamber was enormous with a stone fireplace covering one wall, several long windows along another, and a polished mahogany table with chairs near the hearth. I was in a large four-poster bed with thick embroidered bed curtains of the richest royal blue. Where was I? Had someone returned me to Lord Pitt’s? Immediately I sensed I wasn’t in my own bed inside Wigmore Castle or even at Ludlow. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know I was in bed. The softness of a feather mattress embraced me, and cool, clean sheets covered me. ![]()
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