“When the Shepherd King made the Nightmare Card, he bartered a part of himself.” I closed my eyes. Ravyn’s voice was paper-thin. “His soul.” I nodded. “That is what I absorbed when I touched my uncle’s Nightmare Card.” Ravyn and Elm stared at me, their eyes wide, as if they had never truly seen me. “But if he bartered his soul,” Elm whispered, his eyes lowering to Ravyn’s Nightmare Card, “and you absorbed it, then the voice in your head…” The Nightmare’s laughter filled my mind, making Ravyn flinch.
