Chapter 25Spectral fingers of moonlight crept through the gently swaying bedroom curtains as Charlotte Raeburn reached out unsuccessfully for the welcoming arms of sleep. She wished she could keep her eyes closed and just drift into a deep slumber that would carry her through to the morning, but she kept opening her eyes watching the curtains, seeing the beams of moonlight as they danced around the darkened room, playing upon the silhouetted forms of the bedroom furniture. She wished she could rise from the bed and close the window Capshaw always left open at night, but she knew that he would most likely awake if the room became too warm and airless, and she couldn't bear to face his anger in the middle of the night.
Capshaw's 'lovemaking' had been particularly brutal and demanding that n
