Chapter 24

Jesse pillowed his head on his arm and tried, unsuccessfully, to get comfortable. The heavy drapes blocked everything except the barest hint of moonlight, but Jesse’s eyes were accustomed to it. He could pick out general shapes and the occasional movement. And what he couldn’t see, he could hear.

Like the sound of soft material rustling, rubbing against wood.

The shadows weren’t shifting. Part of Jesse wondered if he was imagining things. But the whispers of fabric kept coming back, spectral reminders of his lovers at the head of the bed. Was a pillow rubbing against the headboard? It sounded too thick for that. But there was nothing else there, nothing but the silk scarves Gideon had chosen to bind Emma’s wrists with, and she wouldn’t…

Except maybe she was. Her breathing didn’t sound any different. In fact, he could barely discern her breathing at all. Was she awake? He stretched his senses, trying to feel the soft satisfaction that always permeated her sleep.

It wasn’t there.