Mouse~
Redan Connor
La Gracia
Water dripping. The plinking pulled Redan from sleep. His head ached, and his mouth was parched. Where was he? He tried to blink away the fog.
“Anastacia?” The name formed thickly on his lips. “Is that you? What are you doing?”
He seemed capable of speech, at least. That was reassuring. He rubbed his eyes in the candlelight and tried to focus. Anastacia perched on the edge of the rumpled bed, balancing a basin on her knees, and wringing a helpless handcloth to shreds.
“I must clean,” she said nonsensically. “I don’t have my things. There’s no arrowroot. I… I should call Fortunata.”
The Dimini sister’s name pulled Redan back to reality. He sat up, and the sheet fell away. He was n***d. Anastacia wore only a thin shift. Recollection of their heated tumble
