Something cold and moist touched Charlisse's forehead. The sensation radiated through her mind, prying open the doors of slumber. Wood creaked and satin swished. A bright light darted across her eyelids, taunting her to open them. She didn't want to open them. She feared if she did, the ache in her abdomen would only increase. A moan escaped her lips. Another rustle of satin, and then a soft hand enfolded hers. Charlisse cracked one eye to see Isabel's concerned face leaning over ...