Nettie didn't need anyone to wake her after two hours. An hour after Diana left, Nettie found herself awake - and bored out of her mind. Yes, she hurt all over, but her mind was racing, mostly with incredulity about being here, in Eli Lawson's home.
He'd stacked all her belongings in the room, so she didn't have to ask anyone for a magazine. The book of poetry she'd been re-reading the day before - had it really only been twenty-four hours since she'd crawled up to her room? - waited with the others on a side table. A luxurious window seat beckoned, the stars out now, winking in the black velvet sky. Limping only slightly on her bound ankle, she turned on a second lamp and crossed to the table, settling herself in the cozy space, which even had a blanket waiting to be draped over her legs
