Beau woke feeling better than he had in years, despite the fact that both feet and one arm were hanging off the edge of the bed. Dana was lying next to him, her face turned into her pillow, snuffling softly. In her sleep, she looked more like a contented kitten than the force of nature he knew her to be when awake.
Mindful of what she'd said the night before, he eased himself out from beside her and drew on his boxers before padding out to what passed for a kitchen. The furnished flat she was using was tiny for one person. With two of them in it, the place would be downright cozy. Hopefully it would only be for a few days, then he could return home with the crown. If fate was truly kind, he'd have gotten over his obsession with her by then and he'd be able to sleep again. Almost every night for the last five months he'd woken up hard, dreaming of a tawny-haired half-dragon.