One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

He drew me out of my Nightmare-infested mind into myself.

But it felt incomplete, my collection yet whole. And so, for the Nightmare, I bartered my soul.

He looked me in the eye, kissed me hard, and yanked me to the cusp of the bed. “Can I kiss you?”

My voice shook. “A bit late to ask, isn’t it?” “Not on your mouth, Elspeth.”

“Be safe,” I whispered to the wind as Ravyn Yew disappeared beyond the gate. Had I known they’d be the last words I’d say to him aloud, I might have chosen them differently.