Without sight, Elizabeth tried to listen carefully to where everyone was in the room. She gripped the counterpane in her fingers, she had lost track of where Charles was as he moved about the room, the only one she knew for certain hadn't moved was Ciaran. She could hear the charcoal pencil scratching against the paper as he drew.
Her toes were curled up, that was where Ciaran started sketching. She had pretty feet, slim with graceful arches, they had little scars on them from years spent dancing. He made a mental note to himself to get a few extra sketches of them today. As he completed his rough outline of her form, he nodded to Charles.
Charles grinned as he moved behind her, sliding into her with a fierce growl, the gas-light cast beautiful shadows across his chest, making
