Free Beauty and the Werewolf by Mercedes Lackey Page B

come off, and she had not told the invisible servant to stop, therefore the boot would come off.
    Off came the stocking, and then the bandages that Doctor Jonaton had so carefully applied last night got deftly unwrapped.
    The armband floated into the bathroom and returned. With the armband was a pile of things on a towel, including a steaming basin.
    She sighed as her ankle was bathed in hot water, given a new application of a soothing salve that smelled like roses and rebandaged. It felt much better. The invisible hands unlaced and pulled off her other boot, as well, though they left the stocking.
    She considered her options. At the moment, there were not many—and she was horribly, horribly tired. It had been a long and stress-filled morning.
    â€œI think I would like to take a little rest,” she told the armband, which floated obediently over to the bed. The coverlet, comforter, blankets and sheet were turned back, and the armband waited.
    She yawned, and sat on the edge of the bed, which was just as soft as it looked. “I’ll just lie down for a little,” she told the armband. “Wake me if something important happens.”
    Then she settled into the soft feather bed, put her head on the downy pillow and knew nothing until she felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her awake.

5
    THE CURTAINS HAD BEEN PULLED CLOSED WHILE SHE slept; now the unseen servant whisked them aside. She saw to her relief that it was still daylight. Good; she’d be able to get an account of whatever progress had been made from Sebastian before he turned into a brute beast again.
    She threw back the covers and gingerly set her feet down on the rug—or started to. Before she could move very far, the armband intercepted her, and the invisible hands grasped her good foot, sliding it into a warmed sheepskin slipper. The hands did the same to her injured foot, then let her go.
    It was a very, very strange sensation, to say the least.
    She discovered as soon as she put weight on it that the injured foot was uncomfortable to walk on, but much improved. Encouraged, she began exploring, even if she was limping. She’d never let an injury stop her from doing something she wanted to do before.
    There wasn’t a great deal to look at in either the bedroom or the bathroom. While she liked the clothing well enough—to her relief it proved to be not as… fluffy …as the twins would have liked—it wasn’t the sort of thing that she would ordinarily picture herselfwearing. Too expensive, for one thing, and not in practical colors for another; although since while she was here, she supposed that she wouldn’t be in and out of places where she would get dirty. But if she had any say in this, she wasn’t going to be around long enough to need any of it. The bathroom was still amazing in itself, and she was looking forward to having a long and leisurely hot soak tonight, but once she finished sniffing all of the bottles and jars to discover what scents were in them, she was done with that room for now. Although this was the room that also contained the water closet, so that was a relief to find.
    And I am going to sweep everything before me and lock the door before I use it, too.
    But the sitting room—now, that was another story altogether. She had barely glimpsed it on the way through to the bedroom, earlier. Now the armband circled the room, and oil lamps lit up with a soft glow in its wake as it turned up the flames.
    The bedroom was a place for sleeping—or at least lying abed. This was a room made for doing things in. It had a good desk and comfortable writing chair, a pair of exceptionally comfortable chairs on either side of the fireplace that would be perfect for reading, as each one had a lamp placed on a table beside it. The external wall was literally covered in bookcases—with more of those tin-bound books in them. Someone had thoughtfully supplied a sewing work-basket beside a