I slept that night in the First Light Inn, falling asleep the instant my head hit the pillow. The visions were scarce and shallow, more dream than prophecy, and all centered around Luke. When I woke hours later, I sat up, my heart beating swiftly, my face flushed, my tail tangled in the sheets.
I yawned, absently rubbing the heavy gold ring between two fingers as the memories dulled, fading into obscurity. There was no dawn in Haven, yet I sensed I'd slept long past when I should have awoken. Standing, I freshened up with a spell, ran a comb through my hair, and then stared at the mirror, gripping my spatial ring tightly. There was nothing practical about the Blacksand dresses. The fabric was soft and sheer, but compared to my other dresses, restrictive. But the way Luke looked at me, the way he touched my side, his hand bare against my hip, pulling me close...
