We chatted about everything normal. At the end of the meal I told him I always came to this place on Wednesday nights because they had a fabulous past... and salad bar offered on that night. We agreed to meet again the following Wednesday night. I said good night, paid the waiter and went home.The following seven days seemed to run in slow motion. I could not wait until Wednesday to come! I took particular care in picking out the right outfit, heels and hose. Arriving at the restaurant, I saw. .. that I had beaten him.Well ... and because I am Jake the interrogator ... no one can lie to me ... this is my forte ... incapacitating my enemies ... I do this all the time and no one escapes...Or something."Yes! Yes, I did. But I didn't have a choice. She knew Alek had betrayed her and was going to kill both of us."Something didn't seem right so I checked his bonds, they were tight."You know, every time you try to tell a lie to make things go easier for you, it will just make them go. Divination can be useful at times. This wasn’t one of them. Go read some Jung if you’re curious about the psych behind it or you you just take your paganism without the sugar coating on it if it suits you.My people have always allowed for things such as dreams while realizing that most dreams don’t mean much of anything. It’s just the mind cleaning house so to speak. Other dreams are your mind speaking to you about issues in your life with information you either hadn’t noticed or don’t want to. What did I do to deserve this?’ ‘You’ll have to ask my mistress.’ Cook turned and entered the tent, standing aside so that he could also enter. At the head of the table sat a beautiful woman, her golden-brown hair piled in perfect curls on top of her head. Her reddened lips curved around the thin lip of a crystal glass, letting the wine touch her tongue before swallowing it down. ‘Mistress? He’s here.’ Withers gasped when he recognized the woman who cast dark eyes on him. ‘Hello, Withers.’.