There was no other explanation. She'd had sex with a hunky stranger who laced her drink with LSD, and she was now lying inert on her bed while he did God-knew-what to her body. And that was far better than this version of reality. She could believe that if she couldn't feel the bite of the cuff around her wrist, the scrape of the stone wall at her back. If this didn't feel so dreadfully real. A lone set of footsteps sounded down the stairs, and her whole being tightened. Lanna came into view with a bright, anticipatory expression and stepped up to the bars. Erica wondered if the woman always had that carnal light in her eyes. At least she seemed to when she looked at Magnus. Lanna unlocked the door, stepped inside, and locked it again. “I’m sorry that my husband hit you the way he did,” she said, walking close to Magnus. He said nothing, regarding her warily.She pulled a tube from her pocket, her gaze on the ripped muscles of his stomach. “Black Lavender, from my dimension.
