Chapter 5
In the velvety blackness of the void, she felt a presence outside herself. A presence sensual and warm, giving off a very male fragrance. His touch had soothed her, his quiet whispering accent comforted her. She listened for the drum of the voice that made passion slowly inch through her veins. When the moment of awareness came to her, she lunged forward, the wet cloth falling from her head.
“Where am I?”
“You are in the home of Franz Staresini,” the stiff butler offered, coming forward from his position by the door. “From what I understand, you were in an accident.” When she made no response, he continued, “Your carriage? Lightning?”
“My what?” she murmured, grabbing her head and frowning.
“By the way, you presented no calling card.”
“Calling card? What the hell is a calli
