" Raven surfaced through layer after layer of sleep. She felt a little as though she were wading through quicksand. You did it again! It was sheer outrage that brought her awake, had her sitting up quickly. She was alone in the bedroom. His bedroom.
His mocking, masculine laughter echoed in her mind. Raven threw the pillow against the wall, wishing she could hit him with it. She had lost another day. What was she becoming? His sex slave?
The idea has possibilities, he mused.
Get out of my head, she snapped indignantly. "
― Christine Feehan , Dark Prince (Dark, #1)