Chapter 18
The room they were given was better than where they had been held prisoner, though nearly as small and made almost entirely of bamboo. The walls, floor, and shutters were all made of bamboo of some kind. Even the bedframe was bamboo. Luckily, the mattress was something soft. Maggie didn’t want to know what she was sleeping on badly enough to think of anything beyond gratitude it wasn’t bare rock.
She lay staring at the thatched roof, trying to sleep. Bertrand was already breathing in a maddeningly steady rhythm. If only Tammond were here instead of Bertrand. Kissing her, holding her.
Dammit.
Every time she closed her eyes all she could see was Tammond. Smiling. His blue eyes sparkling.
She opened her eyes and looked back up at the crisscrosses of the ceiling.
Way to make o
