One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

When his ash-brown eyes met mine, he smiled so wide I could see every tooth. “Shit,” I muttered. The Nightmare groaned.

Trees, the Nightmare muttered, scraping his claws. Now we must play at tea with Blunder’s bottom-feeders? You said joining these fools would be dangerous. You said nothing of torture.

The Nightmare shot hot air out his nostrils. By the trees—They’re just leggings, Elspeth.

“Are you still pretending?” I said, reveling in his gaze. Ravyn gave a surprised laugh and, in front of everyone, leaned in and kissed me. “I never was,” he whispered into my lips.