Chapter 127

• By some miracle, I managed to avoid everyone as I stumbled back to my room, avoided Ona and Daax, dropped my dress to the ground in a tattered heap, and cried myself to sleep. It wasn't a deep sleep, nor a dreamless one, but rather the type of rest that leaves you anything but rested, the visions of which haunt you for the rest of the day.
• At one point, I woke with a start, an overwhelming surge of love rushing through my body. I'm not sure if it was Primus, in reality, calling to me through our rings, or the remainder of the dream I had of us lying together curled within a nest of blankets and passion. Having him last night, even in such a small way, did nothing to quench my desire. If anything, I am even more desperate for his touch.
• The cruel sun filtering sideways through the open windows scorches my eyes that refuse to open more than slits.