Ashlynn felt like her head had barely touched her pillow before she felt the familiar pull of Nyrielle's dreams tugging her toward her lover.
When she opened her eyes, orienting herself to the dream, she found herself standing on the terrace of her chambers in the tower that she'd claimed for her coven. Only, from the feel of the cool, foggy night air and the minimal decorations in her chambers, the memory Nyrielle had drawn on must have come from very early in their relationship…
Perhaps the very night that she and Nyrielle had first kissed and the first time Ashlynn had offered up her blood after forming their pact.
"Feeling nostalgic, my love?" Ashlynn said as she entered the dream.
