Unmasking the Marquess by K.J. Jackson

Author:K.J. Jackson [Jackson, K.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-08-27T07:00:00+00:00

{ Chapter 14 }

Staring up at the dark grey canopy above, Reanna concentrated on the waves of throbbing pain in her feet, following them as they vibrated up her body, into her head, filling her ears.

At least it was steady, even. Not the unpredictable, searing, breath-stealing agony she had been hiding from the children for the last week. This pain she could deal with. This pain she had already figured out, and she welcomed it.

Between the brandy and the laudanum mangling her mind last night, Reanna hadn’t known where she was. But now, in the calmness of the morning when she opened her eyes, it was obvious this was Killian’s room. She had always wondered about it during their courtship. Wondered what it would be like to be immersed in the scent of him. They essence of him.

Flat on her back, her feet heavily swaddled in white linen and elevated by pillows, her eyes took in Killian’s sanctum. Enormous bed, the softest silk linens surrounding her, and the room was large, with very little in it except the bed, a short desk, one chair by the fireplace, a chess set on an ottoman, and a bureau. Lots of space and air. But the oddity of the room was that it was almost completely void of color. Blacks and greys. Only the dark walnut furniture gave a hint of color, if one could count the darkest brown grain a color.

Without even moving, the first thing she knew was that her stomach was still uneven. She had never taken laudanum before, much less mixed with straight brandy. The second thing she discovered was that she was naked, only the silk coverlet keeping her warm. No wonder. From the snippets of memories she managed to grasp onto of the previous night, anything she was wearing had either been ruined by blood or the contents of her stomach.

She wondered how many times she had thrown up. She distinctly remembered retching two times. Hell, maybe it was three or four times. She cringed as dry heaving on Killian’s shoulder flashed through her mind.

She pulled her hand from under the cover, touching her face and hair, loose, and still damp at the roots behind her head. There wasn’t a trace of any rogue substance on her head or hair. Somehow, someone had cleaned the mess of her up.

“How is the pain?” Killian’s voice cut into the open air in the room, slightly echoing.

She turned her head to the sound, only to see him walking in from the adjoining room. That was where his tub was, if she remembered correctly. He walked toward her, casually devoid of most clothes, only a loose, open white linen shirt and pants on his tall frame. His bare feet moved silently across the dark wood floors.

“The pain?” he asked again.

“Vicious.”

“Should I fetch Doctor Leiars?”

His eyebrow cocked at her, and Reanna thought she recognized actual concern on his face. She closed her eyes against it. She had to remember who she was facing.

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