![]() ![]() Something familiar, an old, haunting memory. This incredible brightness reminded me of something. It was a platform bed, the headboard mounted directly to the wall. Bedpost? The bed in the Languedoc chateau didn’t have posts. Was this a new game of Kyrie’s? I tugged hard, but my wrist was bound firmly to the bedpost. Gradually my eyes adjusted to the light, and I craned my neck, looking for a hint as to where I was, or why my hands were restrained. I was having trouble getting my bearings. I could hear the waves crashing outside the window. The sunlight was blinding, and it bounced off the waves like so many knives. I shut my eyes again and peered through slitted lids. I had to blink and squint and twist my head to the side. I tried to touch my fingers to my forehead, but couldn’t. It felt like a thousand hammers were pounding on my skull. I swallowed hard, hoping Henri wouldn’t get in any trouble because of me. ![]()
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