“My mind to your mind,” he interrupted. “I kept my hands off you—for the most part.”

The blood had come back into her face and flamed there now. “They weren’t dreams.”

“They were dreams right enough. You’d have given me more than that, Rowan. We both know the truth of it. I won’t apologize for dreaming with you.”

“Dreaming with me.” She ordered herself to her feet, but had to brace a hand on the chair to stay on them. “Am I supposed to believe this?”

“Aye.” A smile ghosted around his mouth. “That you are.”

“Believe you’re a witch. That you can change into a wolf and come into my dreams whenever you like.”

“Whenever you like as well.” A different tack, he mused, might be in order. One that would please them both. “You sighed for me, Rowan. Trembled for me.” He moved forward to skim his hands up her arms. “And smiled in your sleep when I left you.”

“What you’re talking about happens in books, in the games you write.”

“And in the world as well. You’ve been in that world. I’ve taken you there. You remember last night. I can see it in your mind.”

“Don’t look in my mind.” She jerked back, mortified because she believed he could. “Thoughts are private things.”

“And yours are often so clear on your face that I don’t have to look any further. I won’t look further if it upsets you.”

“It does.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’re a psychic?”

He blew out a huff of breath. “I’ve the power to see, if that’s your meaning. To brew a spell, to call the thunder.” He shrugged negligently, elegantly. “To shift shapes at my will.”

Shape-shifter. Good God. She’d read of such things, of course she had. In novels, in books on myths and legends. It couldn’t be real. And yet … could she deny what she’d seen with her own eyes? What she knew in her own heart?

“You came to me as the wolf.” If she was mad, she thought, she might as well have mad answers.

“You weren’t afraid of me then. Others would have been, but not you. You welcomed me in, put your arms around me, wept on my neck.”

“I didn’t know it was you. If I’d known—” She broke off as other memories crept back. “You watched me undress! You sat there while I was in the tub.”

“It’s a lovely body you have. Why should you be shamed that I’ve seen it? Only hours ago you asked me to touch you.”

“That’s entirely different.”

Something that might have been reluctant amusement flickered in his eyes. “Ask me to touch you now, knowing, and it will be even more different.”

She swallowed hard. “Why haven’t you … touched me already?”