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Doris stirred in her sleep, feeling a chill in the spare room. She rolled over hoping to gain some warmth from the man sleeping beside her. Her eyes snapped open. She was alone in the bed. Her eyes shot about the room, hazily lit by the coming dawn. His clothing, her fathers sword--there was no trace of him anywhere. He was gone and the only proof she had that he had been there at all was the soreness ofher own muscles. She leapt from the bed, haphazardly wrapping herself in the bedsheet as she clamoured out of the room calling his name. Tears stung her eyes as she looked about the house. Nothing. She ran out the back door, sprinting to the

She was curled on her side in the full size bed, the coverlet pulled high over her shoulder and tucked under her chin almost forming a cocoon with the fabric. Her glasses sat on her nightstand, and without their presence her sleeping face took on an almost soft look. He materialized on the bed behind her, his weight becoming solid slowly so that he did not rouse her. He propped his head up on his fist as he stared down at her, hearing her soft breath pass through her parted lips. He brushed a stray strand of pale hair from her cheek. His gloved fingers found the edge of the coverlet, slowly peeling it away from her delicate shoulder. It was