Leia folded her arms across her chest and rigidly determined not to panic. “What's this?” she asked quietly. Cale smiled innocuously at her from across the candle lit room, his black eyes glistening in the flickering light. “Dinner.” She brought one hand to cover her mouth, feeling ill. She had no idea what game Cale was playing, but using her memories against her wasn't a good way to make her cooperate. “Come, sit,” he urged. “Well, I thought we might enjoy a nice dinner together. You are hungry, aren't you?” he prodded. He sighed, doleful. “Neither do I, really.” He kissed her. * * * * * *