She curled into his arms, blissful, happy, and content. This was as it should be. There were no secrets. There was nothing between them.<br/><br/>But then his thoughts shifted, and the room got darker. The temperature dropped slightly. She shivered.<br/><br/>The memories began to flow, and they both saw them clearly. The memories came as flickers of image, sensation, and sound which he felt as if he were experiencing them. She tried to fight them. With a massive effort of will, she tried to push them back, but she somehow could not manage it.<br/><br/>She'd tried to fight off the man, planting massive compulsions upon him, forcing him to feel emotions of fear and grief. But he'd been warned of what she could do. He knew more about her than she thought anyone did. He knew how to combat her influence, to disspell it, and to prevent it. She was powerless against him. For the first time in her life, she had to rely only on her body. Her mind was of no use to her. Her body was not up to the challenge as her mind would have been. As the memories of torture began to play, she suddenly jerked away from him. The shouted objection rang through the library without her having opened her mouth.<br/><br/>"NO!!" the word crashed around them like a thunder clap.<br/><br/>For a long moment, she simply breathed in and out, calming her thoughts. Slowly, so very slowly, the room returned to normal.