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Fina jolted awake. A stream of light peeked through a gap in the heavy green velvet curtains. The weak light indicated that a thick fog hung over Marsden Court.
She flopped back into bed, hitting her head on the headboard. Wincing and rubbing her head, she sighed. A headache had been throbbing between her ears even before her encounter with the hardwood. What on earth had happened last night? A memory of a lovely party and a feeling of euphoria trundled its way into her consciousness, like a slow-moving train.
The doorknob to the adjoining room jiggled. “Feens, are you awake?”
“I wouldn’t call this state consciousness, but please come in anyway.”
Ruby padded into the room in a purple dressing gown. She looked herself, except for some dramatic circles under her eyes. She, too, flopp
