She propped her rapier against the nightstand, though she doubted any sort of attack would come in the night. Still, this was an alien place filled with dangers she couldn’t predict. She stripped off her modern clothing and still felt naked even after she pulled on the soft nightshirt Hugh loaned her.
The room wasn’t stuffy, but the air contained traces of the paint and floor polish Hugh used during his renovations. Toria pushed open the window for the late-spring breeze, bringing with it the aromas of gardens and fresh-cut grass. She switched off the lamp and curled under the soft quilt and lavender-scented sheets.
After her minor meltdown in Liam’s office, Toria had drifted with the flow. Taking in information. Figuring out what was safe to say and which appropriate questions to ask. R
