I woke with smooth, warm glass under my hand, my body cradled perfectly in swathes of fabric and goose down pillows. A wet coil stroked around my ankle and calf, warm and silken. I blinked and found that my bed was made of red dragon scales, recently waxed and polished by my own hand. Hywel's cavernous hoard glittered beyond his leg, and every minute or so a great heave of warm air stroked over my body. Which meant… I twisted and found the slightly open maw of the King of Dreams poised at my feet. A long, thick, black tongue extended out past the large teeth and fangs to twine around my left
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