Chapter 22
Letitia awoke in a blissful comfort. The warmth and softness around her were so inviting she didn’t want to move just yet. Instead, she kept her eyes closed, hoping to fall asleep again. A rustle of paper made her snap out of that nebulous state and gaze around. A discomforting sense of suspension enveloped her when all she could see was an unfamiliar carpet surrounded by bookcases. Bookcases… She had come down to the library in search of her husband and then… Her gaze followed the pattern of the carpet all the way to the fireplace and landed on a pair of masculine legs under the desk. She shifted her gaze higher. Above the surface, Sir Percival’s head was bent over some papers, a quill bobbing in unison with the movement of his hand. The fuzzy remnants of sleep retreated in an
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