Her body felt cramped, seemingly as if confined in a tiny space. But that was not all. She sensed something different. Blaring loud music filled her ears, waking her up from deep slumber.
She wondered what was wrong with her. Lately, all she did was have restless nights. Her subconscious thoughts seemed to work overtime. Mostly she dreamt about a man, but a few times, her mind also ventured to other things.
She opened her eyes, finding herself inside a room. How did she move from the library to the bedroom? The last thing she remembered was looking around the collections of books, finding everything she saw fascinating.
Portraits hung on the walls as she gazed around her. Of course, she did not recognize most of them except the Count, who had a lovely lady in his arms. She also found a family picture on the table. She presumed it was Liam when he was a child, with his parents and a young girl holding onto his hands.
