Chapter Thirteen
Celia sat up straight in bed, with a start. She listened in the darkness for the sound of screaming, but she could not hear anything besides the annoying ticking of the bedside clock.
Was it a dream?
She stayed where she was for a couple of minutes, waiting for the sound to come again, but all remained still.
Celia swiped her forehead with the back of her hand. She could feel the beads of perspiration dripping down through her eyebrows, even though the room itself felt chilly.
She lifted her nightdress away from her body and, as she suspected, it clung to her form with an uncomfortable stickiness.
Moving back the covers, Celia gently removed William’s arm from across her lap, and shuffled over to the side of the bed, swinging her feet to the floor. She placed her han
