Chapter Fifteen: Unladylike Lady

Lyra

My eyelids fluttered, then flew open as I sat up with a sharp intake of breath.

I was still fully dressed. I was sleeping on an enormous bed in a strange room. The masculine, dark-floored bedroom was flooded with golden lights from the window.

How long had I been sleeping? I yawned, and my mouth felt dry. Who had brought me here? Could it have been Viktor himself?

The thought of being carried in those strong arms against his hard chest as I slept on, unaware, caused me to tremble. I looked down at the mussed white bedspread.

Could it possibly be his bed...?

With a gulp, I jumped up as if it had burned me. I glanced around the room and expensive furnitures. The clock on the fireplace mantel said three o’clock. Gracious! I'd slept for hours.

I stretched my arms above my head with another yawn. It had been nice of

Viktor to let me sleep. Flying to and fro to save my sister had drained me completely but I felt so much better after the long nap.

Until I saw myself in the full-length m