CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

There was a woodpecker next to her. That was Selene's first thought as she woke. The steady drumming of beak against wood assaulted her waking ears. What was a bird doing in her room? She thought carelessly. With a meow, Selene turned to seek comfort on... Was her bed so hard or was she quite asleep? The warm watery movement on her lids made her jump. Had the candle wax melted on her eyes? Was she blind? And why did the bed tangle her so? Selene opened her eyes to see the Lord's face, his left arm slung heavily over her arms, his legs tugged her inbetween his thighs, his body in the hard wooden chair and engulfing her, tucked between his frame. His lips were parted slightly as he breathed. "My Lord...my Lord " Selene called Her bare legs could feel the cold morning air and the warm body through the breeches the Lord wore. "Lord" she called more loudly "Go back to sleep" he murmured "It's me, Selene" she said, trying to tell him of their situation without sounding like the child