Chapter 40
Cass jerked upright, blinking at the shadows of the room glaring back at her. For a horrible second uncertainty raked her scalp. She'd no idea which chamber she was even in. There had been so many over the last few weeks. Barwych, the monk's cell, Chessington. Moonlight lay in cold pools among the silver brushes on the dressing table and her heart sank like a stone. Damn, bloody, Chessington.
A noise came from beyond the linked door. A steady rattling. As if...? Well, she didn't like to think now she'd a fairly good idea. My God. Disbelief flickered along her veins. She threw the covers back, then paced to the door, to the self same spot she'd stood in last night. How incredible was this?
Devorlane Hawley had a woman in there. In-since it was his bedroom, he was entitled to do what he wanted in it. With who too. Should she stand for such lowness though, when the man was also doing it with her?