Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tawnyetta awoke on her last full day in the Scottish Highlands with a splitting headache. She just wanted to stay in bed in the dark with the curtains drawn and nurse her hangover. Her head hurt. Her stomach roiled. Her spirit was tangled in the sour, damp sheets she had twisted around herself during a night of fitful, drunken sleep.
Tawnyetta squinted at the light peeking around the edges of the heavy draperies and glowered. She dared the sun to shine so brightly over her misery.
As she lay prone on the bed wishing she could magically transport to her own snug house in Colorado and forgo all of the pain and misery this day was bound to bring her, she had a moment of insanity. Thoughts of the greasy sausages that were present at every castle breakfast popped into he
