Chapter 11
Something nudged my ribs.
I rolled over. “Stop it. I’ll get up soon.”
Another poke, and I grumbled. Swear to god, I just needed a few more minutes. Eyes opened, I croaked, “Jen, if—”
But it was a cat with eyes the color of topaz crystals staring at me. Another head bump from the black feline before she spun on her feet and leapt off the bed with a thump. “Hey, what was that about?” But when I looked around, my heart raced. Wait, this wasn’t my room.
Black velvet curtains framed the windows in generous folds while lace curtains billowed in the refreshing breeze. This room was elaborate from the black granite walls to the carved mahogany headboard to the golden chair near the door with black cushioning, the arms chiseled to resemble bear paws.
Meow.
I leaned over the side o
