When would it end? He hated the agonizing feeling that pierced his head and racked his body every time he returned to Cromar in solid form. It was a reminder of much that had happened in the past. Horrendous nightmares lingered on the edge of his fog-enshrouded mind and threatened to render him senseless.As always, however, the pain stopped and what was left of his heart felt triumphant. Perhaps Elizabeth would come today and he would have a respite from the cold of night. He longed to touch her so much. To hold her and shelter her against everything and anyone who might harm her.The moon reached its zenith in the sky, and with a weary sigh, he went about his wanderings.* * * *Elizabeth did not visit the castle again for several more days. Yet it seemed every waking moment something reminded her of Damian, and she had to fight the urge to go to him at night. Some would think it unseemly and improper to be alone with a strange man.But Damian did not feel as if he were a stranger to her.Elizabeth returned to her room late in the day and tossed her cloak on her bed.
