TWENTY-SIX
THERE WERE VOICES. What day was it? Where was she? Not that it mattered. Her safety was guaranteed. She hadn’t opened her eyes but didn’t need to. Certainty of her safety was absolute. Why? Because the scent filling her senses and the soft comfort beneath her body told her one thing: she was in bed in the Beast.
She let herself just breathe. Let her muscles stay loose and breathed. The reason for her need to relax took her a minute to remember. The house… Asclepius’s house. The night. The d**g. She tried to move only for a pain to shoot through her head.
Rolling onto her back, she cupped her temple. What had happened? Hoping it would give her some more clarity, she opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling, ignoring the light from the covered windows and the voices that had
