Vixeena moaned softly as she slept fitfully in the cottage she had rented for her and Velik in Darkshire. Her warder grunted, rolled over and held her pressed to him as if protecting her from the unseen forces even though he was sleeping at the time. The reserved young man had insisted on sleeping in her bed the rare times they rested at the same time so he would be near her in an instant if she was being assaulted. He had announced this in a very logical, precise, fashion with no sentiment attached to it as was his manner. Vix knew there was no romantic intent behind it even if her thoughts had wandered down that path in her waking dreams may times. As she slept a dark dream held her in its maw. The dream far too vivid to be wrought of imagination. It was a memory long since repressed bub