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her palms. The kitten mewed and gave her an insistent head-butt, demanding more belly rubbing. She clutched the tiger-striped kitten and gaped at the castle. It looked very much like the castle she visited in her dreams, except this castle was in near ruin; a mere quarter of it stood undamaged.
    “I’m still sleeping,” she whispered. “I’m just dreaming that I woke up, right?” She would have been only mildly surprised had the kitten bared pearly teeth and cheekily replied.
    But it didn’t, so, cradling its tiny body, she rose and started walking toward the castle, wincing as her bare feet padded across stones. She tried to imagine herself some dream clothes and shoes, but it didn’t work.
So much for controlling one’s subconscious
, she thought. As she gazed at the portion of the castle still intact—a square central tower abutted by one wing that sported a smaller round tower—her gaze was caught by a dark flutter atop the walls. As she watched, the flutter became a shirt, the shirt a shoulder, the shoulder a man.
    Her
man.
    She stood motionless, gazing up.
    Vengeance could not fathom what had driven him to climb to the top of the tower. He’d intended to sit in the hall of thestrange castle, eating only enough to survive, gazing at nothing, waiting to return to his king, but moments ago he’d felt an overwhelming compulsion to go outside. Being outside, however, was disconcerting—no cool shadows and ice but riotous color and heat—so he’d climbed instead to the walk atop the tower, where he felt less besieged by the foreign landscape.
    And there she stood—the lass.
    Bare as she’d been fashioned.
    Something low in his gut twisted. Mayhap the cold, hard bread he’d eaten, he decided.
    Distantly, he acknowledged her beauty. Flames of curly red hair framed a delicate porcelain face, tumbled down her back, and fell in ringlets over her breasts … breasts full and high and pink-tipped.
    Legs of alabaster and rose; slender of ankle, generous of thigh. More shimmering red curls where they met. For a moment, he suffered an inexplicable inability to draw his gaze higher.
    But only for a moment.
    She clutched a tiny kitten to her breasts, and he had another strange moment, considering the wee beastie’s lush perch, assailed by a vague and distant recollection.
    It eluded him.
    Unseelie females were icy creatures, with thin limbs and chill bodies.
    Yet this woman didn’t look icy. Nor slim. But full and generously rounded and soft and … warm.
    It would be unwise to seek out the company of female humans or permit them to touch you
, his king had ordered.
    Vengeance turned his back and left the tower walk.

    Jane’s mouth opened and shut a dozen times while he stood at the top of the tower gazing down at her. He’d disappeared without a word. As if he didn’t even know her! As if they hadn’t been dream lovers for nearly forever!
    As if she wasn’t even standing there in all her glory, which—if one believed the love words he’d whispered in her dreams—was considerable.
    Well
, Jane Sillee thought irritably,
if he thinks this is a dream breakup, he’s got another thought coming
.

Four
    I T WAS A LITTLE DIFFICULT TO CONVINCINGLY STOMP into a castle nude, even in a dream.
    One fretted about things like cellulite and what one’s bare foot might stomp upon.
    So Jane succeeded only, despite her righteous ire, in slinking into the castle, looking rather uncertain and, if her nipples were a weathervane, noticeably chilled.
    He was sitting before the empty hearth, staring into it. She gazed at the fireplace wistfully, longing for a fire. It might be summer outside, but it was cold within the damp stone walls. Ever chivalrous in her dreams, he would surely accommodate her slightest wish and build a fire.
    It occurred to her then that she’d never been cold in one of her dreams before. She filed the thought away for future consideration. There was something very odd about this dream.
    “Aedan,”