Chapter 5With her own limbs trembling with s****l desire, Desdra ushered her guest into the bathing chamber adjacent to her bedroom. Narcissa had indeed prepared the room to perfection. Several old astral lamps with cut-glass shades stood on the marble-topped washstand, while six-branched candelabras governed the corners, casting the room in a sensual amber glow. Steam waltzed upward from the water in the high-backed tub, and a small mountain of plump towels and wash-cloths patiently awaited use on a cushioned bench beneath the lone window.
In all her years, Desdra had faced many difficult tasks—adapting to the changes in her body as a new recruit; relocating time after time before neighbors could question her unchanging appearance; losing her most recent mate to the hellish war. But keep
