Convincing Ben he was dreaming took some time, but eventually, the three humans stood at the edge of the Emperor's dream world.
Terrified.
Well, at least, Anaisa was. She didn't know how the men were feeling. Straightening her shoulders, the former countess put on the air she did when she needed to get something unpleasant done.
Cool, aloof, in charge. Emotions in check, in the back of her mind.
No temper today. She locked that as firmly as she could in the darkest corner of her mind. She refused to be provoked into ruining these negotiations.
There was nothing to be angry about. Her sons were safe, for now, and her husband was by her side, helping her work to keep it that way. Everything was as well as it could be.
If she showed even the slightest hesitation, she knew Trace would send her back to her own dreams. She knew that if he weren't exhausted beyond comprehension, she wouldn't have been able to convince him in the first place.