"'S Ainsely," Shadow murmured as he turned his head and opened his eyes to look at her, barely stifling a yawn. Normally, Karen just burrowed her way into the covers, but maybe they should have a bit of a talk first. Not to mention that Ainsley hadn't gone to bed wearing flimsy sort of clothes.

He reached and put his hand on the top of Karen's head gently and asked quietly. "Bad dream?"