Chapter 13When she awoke, Morgan had no idea where she was. She was in a four poster bed with rich bedding done in reds and purples. The curtains, also in deep red and purple, were drawn. By the fading light spilling through, she guessed it was sometime just before dark. A candle sat on the bedside table, casting eerie light about the room and shadows on a variety of paintings featuring hunting dogs and grouse on the wing. She tried to sit up but a searing pain in her stomach held her back. She choked off bile in her throat.
“Well, well, look who’s finally awake. The brave young captain of the Persephone.”
It was that Elizabeth woman from the other day, sitting primly at her bedside, a steaming cup of tea in hand. She was beautiful to be sure. Red lips, on the pouty side. Blond hair care
