Breathing hard, she glared at the gem tucked away beside her. She was used to having her body invaded, but this was an entire new dimension of invasion. Not only had the gem given her a dream, it had manipulated her thoughts, her dreams, and therefore her self-control.<br/><br/>No matter how much "power" it was offering her, it was taking away the one thing that truly mattered to her - her freedom.<br/><br/>Taking out a nail she kept in her drawer, she scratched out some words on the wood of the dresser where she was sure whoever searched her room last night would find it. "You want the stone? Make me an offer."<br/><br/>With that, she got dressed and slipped her way downstairs.