Salt burned up his throat, into his nose. Closing his eyes, Ravyn let the salt swallow him, then pushed it outward, entering the Shepherd King’s mind. He combed through darkness, searching for any hint of Elspeth. He did not find her. When Ravyn opened his eyes, the Shepherd King was watching him. A voice, masculine, slippery—poisonous—spoke into his mind. What do you want, Ravyn Yew?
