Isolde showered and threw on some jeans and a tight tee shirt. Not bothering to fix coffee, she hurried down stairs to her workshop. The dream was vivid and she knew the connection she had with Malachai. What she didn't know was the urgent demand that she not tell him of the past.<br/><br/>Gathering some  mums and day lilies, she immersed herself in orders, trying to stem the panic that tried to over take her.