What had been distant was now directly in front of me, Hywel's towering form, his bright opal eyes watching me. A tangle of pillows and blankets and clothing sat cradled between his huge legs, and he purred and rumbled as I climbed into the nest. "I'm glad you are in my dream," I murmured, curling on my side, stroking one hand over the heavy ridges that ran down his legs. His head lowered, breath surrounding me, sweeter than I expected, lavender smoke and summer sun. I'd never fallen asleep in a dream before—it was a funny sort of idea—but it felt like sinking underwater, and my lips curved as
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