Urban Sensation by Debra Webb

Author:Debra Webb [Webb, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2005-12-22T23:00:00+00:00

ROWEN AWOKE TO A debilitating headache. She lay there for several seconds, hoping the worst would pass. When she reached down to throw back the covers, her hand froze and her mind grew still, focused inward.

This was not right.

Her eyes flew open and she blinked repeatedly to adjust. Where the hell was she?

The mattress, the texture of the covers, felt wrong.

When her vision had cleared, she sat up, then held her head in her hands until the room had stopped spinning. Taking slow, deep breaths, she focused all her senses on determining her current location.

A table lamp near the bed gave off a dim glow. A bedroom of some sort. The room’s furnishings consisted of the bed and a side table and the one lamp.

Perhaps Viktor Azariel had somehow tricked her into coming back to his castle…or maybe she’d never left at all. Had she dreamed the past few hours?

Fear slid through her veins with biting force, stealing her breath and her courage in one fell swoop.

No. She hadn’t imagined anything. This, she glanced around the room, was real.

She threw back the covers and bounded out of the bed. A moment’s recovery was required before she could walk, but as soon as the dizziness passed, she examined her prison. Checked the door. Moved from one window to the next to find each boarded shut behind the draperies preventing her from escaping, as well as seeing anything outside.

Inhaling deeply once, twice, she decided there was definitely an old smell, but not the same dank, cave-like smell of the ancient castle Viktor called home.

Okay. Windows boarded shut, door locked…

There had to be a way out of here.

Rowen suddenly stopped and stared down at herself. She wore her nightgown. The one she’d selected to put on after her bath last night. Or was it still night? But why couldn’t she recall putting it on or going to bed? Had she dreamed the bath? The near drowning in her own tub? Was she still dreaming?

No, no. This didn’t feel like a dream. She ran her fingers through her hair, tried to clear her mind.

The last thing she remembered was drinking the wine and falling asleep in the water. Almost drowning.

Well, she’d wanted some deep sleep; she’d definitely gotten that.

She froze.

Maybe she was dead.

“Slow down,” she told herself. Deep breath. One more. No panicking. She wasn’t dead. She just couldn’t remember what had happened. Kind of like when she left Azariel’s house. A little lost time. But she definitely wasn’t dead. How crazy was it that a woman who solved murders for a living could be so damned afraid of dying herself? Not that anyone wanted to die, but this was an unreasonable fear…almost a warning that she had every reason to worry.

Forget that, she ordered. Focus on escape. She moved to the door. No sounds from the outside. No sounds inside, either.

She pressed her ear to the door that separated the room from God only knew what and listened. Nothing.

After searching the room from top to bottom, including under the bed, she found nothing.

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