Harlee POV
The sensation of my hair being gently stroked woke me in the morning. Sands was running his hand over my head. I looked at him blearily.
"Not that that isn't comforting-but what are you doing?" I asked him.
"Your soul was crying out in distress. I had duties to attend to, but when I returned, these two said you'd had nightmares all night. I was merely attempting to provide you some comfort." Sands replied softly, removing his hand. As soon as he withdrew, I felt like the soothing, radiating calm left with him. I also noticed I was wedged between a very warm and a very cool body.
Zeev held me tightly against his chest, his face nuzzled in my hair, body curled protectively around me. I was hugging Ash, well, using Ash like a body pillow was more accurate. Ash was lay
