Chapter 6
The knocking on the door wasn’t particularly startling. It had started as a normal, brisk knock that became more insistent when not answered. Even then it wasn’t a rude pounding, just someone who suspected the sound of them knocking on the door might have to travel up a few flights of stairs to reach me.
No, what had startled me was that I was sitting up on the parlor sofa with no memory of how I got there. The only thing I knew for sure was that I had been sleeping there for some time.
It was even less comfortable than Edward’s sofa. And I wouldn’t have thought that possible. But Miss Zenobia’s front parlor was decorated for elegance, not comfort.
I got to my feet and nearly spilled to the floor as I discovered too late that I had gone numb from the knees down. That, plus I
