The Lost Centurion (The Immortals Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Sunlight came through the light-blue venetian blinds and illuminated the room in black and white stripes. Stardust sparkled in the slivers of white light, reminding her of summers from her youth, when she had been a little girl and spent time at her grandmother’s villa by the sea. All around, the décor was simple, yet elegant—a few pieces of dark furniture, all antiques. The walls were painted cream, the ceiling was vaulted and frescoed with morning sky and scattered clouds. Despite the lightness the place emanated, the overall feeling was that of a bedroom belonging to a man. She had never seen the room before. She couldn’t remember how she had found her way there, and she was sure she didn’t know the man sleeping on the couch below the window. His chest rose and fell at regular intervals and she wondered how he could rest with his head leaning against the back wall, while his body was angled in what looked like an uncomfortable position. A client? And if so, why wasn’t he sleeping in his own bed?
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