Bull lingered in the kitchen while he made Dorian's tea. More than once he looked at the back door. He could leave. He should. Dorian said the concoction wouldn't even finsh brewing until tomorrow night, and even if the gray predawn was starting to get lighter, Bull was exhausted. He wanted to wrap around Dorian and go back to sleep.

But what if he did that and dreamed again? What if this time, he didn't stop?

He shook off the thought and prepared Dorian's tea, then brought the mug to the mage.