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  “Shouldn’t even go after her,” he muttered to himself, crossing his arms over his chest. “It might teach her a lesson to get trapped for a while.” Besides, there were spa slaves wandering around everywhere—surely one of them could help her if she had problems.

  Except he had promised to protect her. And the very thought of another male laying hands on her filled him with possessive rage. Kor couldn’t fight the feeling any more than he could fight the urge to go after her and make sure she was all right.

  With a muttered curse, he plunged into the trees in the general direction she had taken. He just hoped she hadn’t touched another joining-day dream tree—he didn’t want to have to see that narrow-faced, rude bastard she called her fiancé again. If he did, he just might punch him—dream or no dream.

  Chapter Eleven

  Maggie stumbled through the trees blindly. Though she told herself she was studying them, she barely saw a single one. Her mind was still fixed on the fight she’d just had with Kor. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? What was his problem, asking all kinds of personal questions like that?

  You mean all the questions you’ve been trying to avoid yourself for years? whispered a little voice.

  “Shut up,” Maggie told it fiercely. “Anyway, it was just a stupid tree-dream. It’s not like everything would really happen that way.”

  Except it probably would. Her mother would cry over the fact that she was finally getting married and her sisters would whisper to each other about how rude Donald was and he would probably leave the reception early to check on whatever work he’d managed to bring with him down to Key West. Then Maggie would end up drinking too much champagne to dull the ache of being alone at her own wedding and by the time she got back to the honeymoon suite she would be well past tipsy. It wouldn’t matter if she was falling down drunk, however, because Donald would be so engaged in his experiments they would once again fail to have sex and she would cry herself to sleep and—

  “Stop it!” Maggie said to herself. “Seriously—this is ridiculous. I’m not even going to see Donald again for six months. This trip is supposed to be all about research and work.”

  Then how had she wound up at an alien spa dressed in a skin-tight cat suit getting high on improbable tree-dreams and questioning her relationship?

  Maggie didn’t know. It seemed like she had gotten herself into a mess, as usual. Only this time she had no one to help her out of it.

  Never mind. I’ll help myself out, she thought determinedly. And the first thing I’m going to do is march right back to my room and get out of this ridiculous getup. Then I’m going to find out who the night porter is and offer him every single piece of Lady Pope’nose’s ridiculous jewelry to let me make a call to Ferna and Ratner. I’ll tell them to come pick me up and I’ll be out of here and on my way to Gaia tonight! Kor can steal a ship or whatever he wants to do and go his own way. I don’t care—I really don’t!

  Mind made up, she lifted her chin high and started for the edge of the forest…only to find it was nowhere in sight.

  “This is ridiculous,” Maggie murmured to herself, turning in a circle. “Where is it? I couldn’t have come that far in…could I?”

  She looked around for anything familiar but saw nothing she recognized. Somehow, she seemed to have gotten into a darker part of the Dreaming Wood. All the brightly colored trees were gone, replaced by trees with black leaves whose bark was made of things like cracked concrete, stained brick, and some nasty barbed-wire looking stuff with cruel, sharp points sticking out all over.

  “Ugh!” Maggie made sure to keep her hands tucked to her sides. She didn’t know what kinds of dreams these trees would give but she was betting they weren’t of the happily ever after variety. She didn’t want to take a chance that—

  Just then, something long and sinuous slithered over her foot. Maggie only caught a glimpse of it from the corner of her eye but it looked like a foot-long caterpillar with long black bristles all over its body.

  Scientist and Xenobiologist though she was, Maggie still didn’t like bugs. She screamed and jumped back from the horrible thing which put her off balance in the ridiculously high black platform heels she was wearing. She went staggering backwards, pinwheeling her arms madly, trying to keep her balance. Something sharp raked along her back, tearing the tight cat suit open in several places and drawing blood. It was one of the trees with barbed wire like bark but Maggie didn’t know that. She was sure the giant caterpillar was back for more—only this time it had somehow gotten up in a tree and decided to take a bite with its huge pinchers.

  Screaming again, she lunged forward and nearly face planted on the soft mossy ground. Flailing madly, she managed to get her arms out in time and stop her fall by grabbing onto a slender tree with shiny black leather-looking bark.

  Oh no, she thought, even as her fingers closed around a branch of the tree. I shouldn’t have—

  Before she could finish the thought, she was transported out of the forest and into someplace lit with low, red light.

  “Mistress?” someone said in her ear. “Excuse me, Mistress?”

  “Huh?” Maggie looked around. Maybe she had somehow ended up in another part of the spa. After all, they called everyone “mistress” and “my lady” here so maybe—

  “Mistress,” the voice said again. “Pardon my intrusion but the slaves you ordered to be lined up for discipline are ready for you.”

  “What?” With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Maggie turned to see a small man who looked a little like Lady Pope’nose’s slave, Jonas, standing beside her. No, not standing—he was actually crouching. Crouching and shivering in a submissive posture that made it clear he expected to be beaten at any moment. Now why would he think a thing like that?

  Maggie realized there was something in her hand and looked down at it—a whip. Great. No wonder the poor little guy was shivering. And even if she hadn’t been holding a whip, what she was wearing would have scared anyone silly. It was a black leather bustier which barely covered her breasts and a pair of tight black leather panties with silver studs on the sides. On her feet were high black leather boots that went all the way up to mid thigh, Pretty Woman style. Wonderful. She was dressed like the sex goddess from Hell—what else could go wrong?

  “Mistress, please,” he said humbly. “I have them all lined up but if you wish to discipline me first…” Without finishing the sentence, he turned and showed that the tight black leather pants he was wearing were assless. Hairy white cheeks stared out at her from the round cut-outs, looking to Maggie like undercooked hamburger buns.

  Gross! Maggie took a step back involuntarily. Okay, so she hadn’t found her way into another part of the spa. Instead, she was trapped in another tree-dream. A really weird one. So how did she get out of it?

  “Mistress?” The slave who had stuck his ass out for “discipline” turned to face her, a confused look on his face. “Aren’t you going to punish me?”

  “Uh, no. Not now—maybe later,” Maggie muttered distractedly, looking around the dark chamber for an EXIT sign.

  To her disappointment, no such sign appeared but the more she looked, the more details popped out at her. There were lots of people dressed in tight black leather and many of them were using pieces of equipment she had never seen or even imagined. In one corner, someone was getting spanked with a hairbrush. In another, a female slave with large, bare breasts was whimpering with pain as she got her nipples pierced with cruel looking silver barbells. One poor soul appeared to be tied to a huge wooden wheel and was upside down while two more leather people, (as Maggie was beginning to think of them,) did painful looking things to his genitals.

  “What the hell?” she muttered, shaking her head. “Whose idea of a sick, perverted fantasy—”

  “Mistress, the slaves. They grow restless waiting for their punishment.”

  The new speaker was much taller and more muscular than the shivering one who had begged for a spanking. In fact, he was so big a