He woke up in a panic when his bed moved. He’d been in the middle of that dream again and barely held in the terrified yell when something warm curled into his side. It took him enough time to escape from the dream and shake off the twisted pleasure that Ardala had settled and was profoundly asleep against him again. Why was Ardala here? His arms went around her, and he pulled her tight to him and started shaking. He didn’t know why he was having that dream, but it was so visceral that he’d half expected to see her torn open by his side when he opened his eyes. But she wasn’t and when he thought to check his fingers, they were normal not the horrible tearing claws that he remembered having in his dream.