Page 25 of Echoes of a Forgotten Warrior (A Highland Ruse of Love #2)

Finian slept soundly all afternoon and all night in the big, soft feather bed in his new chamber. When he finally woke, he had a moment of panic, wondering where he was and if he was dreaming. His sleep had been deep and untroubled by the nightmares he often suffered in his cold, dirty cell, where he slept on a mattress so thin he might as well have been lying on the floor.

When he suddenly remembered where he was, he looked around himself curiously, delighted to see that he was in a large room with a dressing table, the beautiful bed he was lying in and two soft chairs sitting close to a roaring fire.