"I'll visit Hywel today," I said, although there was a tension in the way Laszlo spoke of his slumbering lover that left me uncertain as to what he really wanted me to do. Laszlo just leaned back, wings shifting to reveal a large porcelain jar sitting on the bed by my calves. "Hywel never has nightmares." I puffed out a breath, my brow furrowing as I muttered under my breath. "Lucky him." Laszlo echoed my puff, made it sound more elegant than I had managed, and slid off the bed, heading for the door. "Give him some suggestions. He might share his dreams with you."
