Cerulean Cape I think that she knows I'm out of control

reverie could not explain it. again the frustration, the winnowing sensation that he would mishandle her trust if she could not even say why she placed it in him.
he thought of riordan's tone, the man's dismissal!
found wanting.
"maybe you'll dream again and it will come to you," lestan said gently, offering a smile that did not touch his eyes. 
he rolled, looking out toward the sky. "we should be moving on soon," the mayfair uttered quietly, though for a moment he did not move from the warmth generated by she and he.