Gasping for air, Haven sat up, and almost fell from the bed.
"What the hell?" she choked.
Had she been dreaming? Some kind of out-of-body experience? Who was that woman, and what did all those words mean? Was she casting some kind of black magic spell? More importantly: "Why did I dream it?"
Heaving a sigh of frustration and unfocused anger, she growled under her breath. Once again something happened to her, and she couldn't explain it. Was it a bad dream, or a result of time travel and terrible English food? A possibility. Shivering, she rubbed her arms. Falling back against the mattress, she focused on calming her racing heart. When her breathing returned to normal, she spied a tray of food on the table beside the window. A cup sat in one corner, its plumes of steam emitting the del
