Rhea jumped in response to the first touch of his fingertips against her arm. Her eyelids flew open and she sat straight up.

“Where am I?”

“You’re asleep,” came the man’s deep-voiced reply.

Rhea glanced about her surroundings. White billows blocked her view on all sides. She felt as though she floated on a cloud.

She held her hand out before her. Her fingers look fuzzy, as though her vision weren’t quite clear. She turned it over, brought it a little closer to her face, then gently placed it down next to her hip. Her palm contacted smooth satin.

Rhea’s gaze dropped to the strange surface upon which she sat. She pressed downward with her palm. Ashen puffs of smoke swirled into the air and the surface gave, letting her hand sink into a shimmering pool of silk.

She jerked back her arm, quickly studied her hand, then dropped it into her lap. “Am I dreaming?”

Another brush against her shoulder caused her to yelp in alarm. She whipped around, but no one was there, just another poof of iridescent vapor that roiled toward her, then faded out until it dissipated into the hazy background. “Show yourself!”