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Philippa woke in a daze with a throbbing pain in her head. She marveled at the contrast of her pain with the comforting feel of something downy beneath her. She opened her eyes and realized she was lying in a bed. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim room. A fireplace on the opposing wall held a warm, healthy blaze; its heat reached her from across the room.
This was not a room at Lord Lennox’s townhouse. Nothing looked familiar, not the large ornate bed made of mahogany with its massive four posts, nor the white marble fireplace, nor the ornate dresser and washstand. She reached up to touch the cap on her head, but she found only loose coiling hair. She winced. Her mouth hurt like the very devil. She shifted toward the edge of the bed, wrinkling the dark red velvet coverlet. She nearly
