though, was falling further and further under her control.
She had passed all his tests. She had said what Justin had told her, had demonstrated her knowledge of Sheridan's past. She had touched him when there was opportunity. She had used the indirect methods of Humans to convince the nexus to come with her to Z'ha'dum. She had succeeded in the first part of her assignment.
Yet her control of him remained incomplete. He had brought a powerful warship because he still did not trust what she said. She had convinced him, however, to leave the ship in orbit and take only a shuttle to the surface. She had told him the aliens were afraid of Vorlon technology. Without his ship and its weapons, he would further succumb to her control.
She studied his sleeping face. His lips were slightly parted. The air made a soft sound as it passed in and out. The frown that had been so common since they'd been together had relaxed in sleep. Humans were vulnerable in sleep. It would be easy to kill him now. But that was not what they wanted. And it would not bring her the Eye.
She had to perfect her control of him so that, with the help of Justin and Morden, she could convince him to join the cause of chaos. Physical contact increased her power. She leaned over, rested her head on his chest.
He jerked awake with a low sound. After a moment, he lay back. "Anna."
His chest rumbled as he spoke. It was a pleasurable sensation. He rested his hand on her shoulder.
"I didn't mean to wake you," she said.
"It's all right," he said, and the rumbling spread through her. The contact somehow reminded her of the soft black embrace of the machine. She imagined herself sinking into his body, becoming one with him as Morden had said Human men and women could, controlling him as she had