RAFEL SMELLED LAVENDER IN HIS SLEEP. Thinking it was his dear wife to whose touch he had fallen under, he murmured his delight without opening his eyes; she was caressing his hair. "Hmm, Yemaya. Your hands feels nice. I would rent out the entire hotel to spend more time with you. We should rendezvous like this more often."
"Anything you desire, My King."
Rafel's smile faded at the answering voice. It had the same sonorous ring of a [Siren] singing, but it wasn't Yemaya's voice. His eyes still shut, Rafel's hand flew with daring speed to grasp at soft neck. He heard a whimper and the fingers in his hair stopped moving.
Rafel opened his eyes.
