She lay somewhere in semidarkness, although Cat realized as soon as she opened her eyes that the dimness of the space around her was due to the heavy curtains that covered the windows, and not because night had fallen. With a little groan, she pushed herself up to a sitting position, then waited for a few moments before the spinning sensation in her head dissipated somewhat. Whatever spell Nicholas Toulouse had used on her, it was a doozy…and she feared he had plenty more like that one in his arsenal.
To her relief, she was alone. The bed where she’d been placed was narrow, not much more than twin size, but with an enormously tall carved headboard. The rest of the furniture in the room was just as ornate, and faded silk wallpaper in a damask pattern covered the walls. Air whistled faintly
