Ardala woke in the grey light of early morning to the sensation of warmth and comfort. A sense of wellbeing that suffused her and a smell that raised the hackles on the back of her neck. She lifted her head only to see that she had rolled in the night so that she’d become entangled with Vajra. Her head was pillowed on his shoulder and his arms were around her tightly. This could not be allowed, the tie was pressing on her fierce control of it, little wisps escaping her to attach to him. ...