Ravyn, I called, my voice tearing away from me, distant, heavy with resolve. Don’t come for me. Hauth and Orithe. They know what I am. They’re waiting for you. The control in Ravyn’s voice was gone, his words tight with worry. Where are you, Elspeth? They’ll see you hang, Yew, the Nightmare said. You cannot save her. You can still find the Twin Alders, Ravyn, I called into the dark.
