Chapter Twelve
The mistress of Castle Rohmenstadt woke slowly, confused, nude beneath her covers. She blinked and stared up at the flowered canopy above her great four-poster bed. She knew she should remember something—
Suddenly she recalled the masquerade ball of the previous night, and her cheeks burned. For a moment, she almost wondered if it had been a dream. Though tired, her body showed no other aftereffects of the wanton orgy. Her naked white flesh smelled clean and fresh, as if she had been bathed thoroughly before being put to bed. The images her mind conjured up were far worse than anything she had previously experienced within the dark stone walls of her ancestral castle.
Yet Katherine knew she remembered the truth. Yes, she realized, she had indeed done all those dirty thing
