15The room went silent. Kate heard shuffling noises and whispering. Zeke freed her ankles and tenderly lifted her from the bed. Her wrists were still chained to the upper bed columns, but she could rest comfortably. Zeke placed a thick, soft blanket over her naked, sticky, sweat-slicked body and left. Then dead silence.
After a minute or two, she felt the gentle hands and fingers of Celine, who kissed her and moved her blanket aside. She used hot damp towels to wipe the sweat from her.
“You were wonderful, miss,” she said. She leaned over to kiss Kate again. “Poor Feliz, he’ll go to his grave dreaming of the unknown woman he had tonight and hear the sound of your voice begging him for it a dozen times a day between now and then.”
She gathered up the hot towels and covered Kate again wit
