Against the Tide
“It would be so much easier to remain curled up underneath a heavy layer of sleep, but she was thirsty and had a headache, and there was something very important she needed to do. When she managed to open her eyelids, it took her a moment to focus in the bright light, but when she did, she could not stifle her gasp.
She was in a palace. Yards and yards of silken draperies fell in heavy folds across the bank of windows on the opposite side of the room. The ceiling was dense with carvings in the w...hite plaster, and a chandelier dripping with crystal hung from the center. When she moved a bit, she was surprised at how easily her limbs slipped across the bedding. Silk sheets?
“Hello, Sleeping Beauty.”
Lydia jerked her head to the other side of the room and saw Bane rising from a chair. He set a stack of papers on a table and strode toward her bedside, gentle concern burning in his eyes.
“I feel like I am in Versailles,” she said, her tongue thick in her mouth.
Bane smiled as he poured her a glass of water from a crystal pitcher on the bedside table.MoreLess
She was in a palace. Yards and yards of silken draperies fell in heavy folds across the bank of windows on the opposite side of the room. The ceiling was dense with carvings in the w...hite plaster, and a chandelier dripping with crystal hung from the center. When she moved a bit, she was surprised at how easily her limbs slipped across the bedding. Silk sheets?
“Hello, Sleeping Beauty.”
Lydia jerked her head to the other side of the room and saw Bane rising from a chair. He set a stack of papers on a table and strode toward her bedside, gentle concern burning in his eyes.
“I feel like I am in Versailles,” she said, her tongue thick in her mouth.
Bane smiled as he poured her a glass of water from a crystal pitcher on the bedside table.MoreLess
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