Chapter 43 I Love Her, You Bastard
- The heavy drapes were drawn and the only candle in the room had burned low and rested on her dressing table.
- The candlelight was too weak to reach the dark corners of the room where the huge wardrobes and the mirror over her dressing table, were located.
- She pushed the heavy duvet off her body and swung her legs over the side of the bed, sinking her toes into the plush carpet.