Relief turned to dread in the pit of Ravyn’s stomach. Elspeth, he called into the blackness. Elspeth! But all was silence. Then, like a snake slithering out beneath rocks, the Shepherd King spoke. She’s quiet now, Ravyn Yew. Let her rest. What the hell have you done? Ravyn cried, probing deeper into the darkness. She set me free, he said, his voice filling Ravyn’s mind like smoke. I’m here to help you.
