Katelina woke to the howl of the winter wind. To her inner child, the sound meant snow, hot cocoa and Christmas trees. To her adult side, it was just an inconvenience; she'd be forced to troop through a blizzard when Jorick went to feed. Yay.
A dream clung to her subconscious; a dream full of blood and fighting vampires. It was one she'd had before, but the point of view was wrong. It was like looking through Alistair's eyes again. She'd seen herself with the heart, she'd felt the overwhelming heartache and then - then she'd woken up.
She pushed the dream away and stared at the celling, willing herself to think happy thoughts. The vampires woke slowly. Jorick was first and within half an hour they were all awake and talking among themselves about Traven and his coven. Uninterested, Katel
