One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

Ravyn said nothing, watching me. He lowered himself to a seat, rubbing his eyes. For a moment he seemed spent, tired to the bone. It was the first time I considered that someone else’s day had been as grueling as mine.

OF COURSE YOU NEVER CONSIDERED THAT ANYONE ELSE COULD BE SUFFERING

“Because when he speaks—relaying my worst fears over and over in my mind—it’s not a stranger’s voice,” he said quietly. “It’s mine.”

So, anxiety then. Got it.