Gold and mirrors and marble made her remember The Dream. The glare made her eyes water and her head ache."You know any way to get out?" Guards stood in the interior corridor. She'd tried the enormous French doors, but couldn't open them. Suspecting they were alarmed, she decided not to smash them into tiny shards--until she had to."We weren't really here," Herma went on. "We were implanted in Kendra and Connor's temples.""Why?""Long story. Ask Geoff to tell you when he comes back," Frodie advised."If he comes back," she muttered. Since she'd threatened Paris, Keely's imagination had run rampant, envisioning Paris torturing Geoff, branding him with PR--Paris Regina--or stretching his magnificent body on the rack. Even worse, the images of Paris and Geoff having sex plagued her. The noble idiot would do anything to help Keely regain her memory, but at what cost to himself? That's why she'd protested Paris' offer.Or so she'd told herself. The acid burning in her stomach proclaimed her a coward.
