CHAPTER 17

         Turning around, Electa crossed the bedroom and stepped beneath one of the plaster archways which stood on either side of the huge, deeply carved bed. The archway opened up into a spacious, custom-designed dressing room she could have fitted the whole of her London flat inside.

          She crossed the floor to where she remembered the bathroom was located, and by the time she’d run a bath in the huge porcelain tub, and indulged herself by soaking in it for ages, Electa began to feel more human again.

          Wrapped in the velvet-smooth white bathrobe she’d found hanging behind the door, Electa padded out of the bathroom, only to pull to a stop in surprise when she discovered that while she’d been soaking in the bathtub, her things had been unpacked and put away.

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