Chapter 13“Mr. Adamson?”
Morgan rolled over to see a young woman, possibly in her twenties, kneeling over him.
“It’s time to wake. I brought you something to eat.”
It was then Morgan remembered what had happened. He looked more closely at the woman, wondering how many hundreds of years he should add to his guess at her age. Hell, Evan looked younger than she did.
“Thank you,” he said with a grateful smile, although he was a bit wary of her kindness. “Who are you?”
The young woman smiled, and a flash of light pink stole over her cheeks. Her golden hair brushed her shoulders in tight ringlets, creating a halo effect around her head, illuminated by the torch on the wall behind her.
“My name is Annette, sir,” she told him. “My brother Rene is the lord’s lover.”
Morgan nodded. He looked
