Ravyn’s voice lowered. “I used the Nightmare on her last night.” My muscles tensed. Elm was quiet a moment. “You used it to help her—to talk her through the game. Just as you did me.” “I told her at the start I wouldn’t use it on her. I gave her my word.” Elm snorted. “Last night was an extenuating circumstance, I’d say.” “I doubt she’ll see it that way.” “Why not?” Ravyn paused. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, doubtful. “I don’t know how to explain it,” he said. “It wasn’t like anyone’s head I’d ever been in before. I felt as if I’d been thrust beneath seawater. It was dark and shifting—a
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