Now I understood why he had bound the London Monster. So long as I was his Pale Dreamer, he would keep my wound from hurting. So long as I remained loyal to him, the syndicate would protect me. But if I ever challenged him, or tried to talk about the Rephs, he would expose the dirty secret underneath my sleeve. The scar kept me chained as fast as a boundling, preventing me from ever rising above him. He might as well have cut my name into his skin as well.
