Slowly awareness returned and she saw him moving about the room in preparation, black silken robe flowing in the firelight. Her gaze was caught by her...own reflection in the mirror behind him. Slender arms bound in bracelets above her head, hair in wild disarray, deep shadows about her face. The flickering firelight danced and played about her breasts and strong thighs, casting her figure in sharp relief, a shadowed, sensuous lady in the night. He sat back in the chair, legs crossed, sipping a. Thinking it a cloud, Colleen sunk onto the bed snuggling under the covers. Finally, she drifted off to sleep. She slept soundly.Suddenly, Colleen awoke again, with a weight holding against the bed, her mouth gagged with a pair of her own undergarments. Rough hands grasped her arms, lifted her off the bed and pressed her against the headboard. Yanking her around, they pinned her against the stone wall, stunning her. Then, one hand let go and fondled her breasts twisting her nipples thru her. A hand rubbed my tear-stained cheek. Fingers thick, calloused. I blinked away tears. Thrak moved beneath me. My breath caught as his finger wiped away a tear. His eyes stared into mine, dark-red. Alive.I didn't kill him.More tears exploded from me. Thrak's strong arms wrapped about me. He held me to his broad, scarred chest. I shook as I wept in relief. I didn't kill him. The words chanted through my mind as only throat-tearing sobs escaped my mouth. I didn't kill him.“I'm sorry,” I choked out.. I set wards, even though I felt that in this place I was as safe as I could be anywhere outside of my master's tower, and with the wards in place and my tea brewed, I set about achieving my goal. This would be more than a simple casting of myself into the dreaming.I hoped to summon Ilesa, to whatever extent she could be summoned, and through the dreaming form a bridge by which we could communicate.The tea would take care of the dreaming, but the summoning, which was a related bit of wizardry,.