Carnal’s crew had thoughtfully stacked quarter split logs next to the hearth so that it wouldn’t be trouble for her. The second thing she noticed was the silence. When she realized that there was no growling, not even the low level rumble he kept up when he slept, her eyes jerked to Crave. He was also lying on his side, eyes open, looking straight at her. Something was different. The gleam of madness was gone. He looked lucid. She continued to stare without moving or saying anything, not wanting to break the spell if it was temporary. When he parted his lips, she waited for a ferocious vocal protest that never came. Instead, he said in a voice that was rough, but calm and steady, “Who are you?” She answered without hesitation, hoping to keep her voice even, but knowing he’d be aware of how her heartrate had sped up. “Dandelion. You call me Dandy.” “I know you?” “Yes.” “I don’t remember you.” “Oh.” “What is this place?” Dandy hesitated, wanting to choose her words carefully.
