I flinched and stepped into the room, eager to close my eyes and forget the entire day. “Thank you.” He nodded, the torchlight casting severe shadows across his face. “I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Ravyn Yew.” Even the sound of his name made my stomach tighten. “I know.” Steady in his features, Ravyn offered neither a smile nor a bow. He merely cast me one last glance and turned with his torch into the darkness of the corridor, his last words “Sleep well, Miss Spindle.”
