Oxford had changed me. For years, I had been happy with my position in the syndicate, able to close my eyes to the suffering it caused others. I wasn’t sure how long I could pretend to be that person again, but if I was going to keep the Pale Dreamer alive, she had to be convincing. We all do what we must, Liss had said. I held those words close. In the weeks to come, I was going to need them.
