Muscles feathered in the corners of Ravyn’s mouth. You think so? Good night, Ravyn. Good night, Miss Spindle. He tapped the Nightmare Card and put it in his pocket. “There it is,” Jespyr said through a yawn. “A hint of that elusive grin.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She poked his shoulder. “Stubborn till the end.”
