“Do you know what a dreamer’s lie is?” he asked, picking up his cards. “Do tell,” Cyrus murmured. “That all nightmares have an end. Some never do. I didn’t know if mine ever would,” Rayner replied, tossing coin onto the table to place his bet. “And now?” Cyrus asked, refilling his drink. “Depends on the day,” Rayner answered truthfully. Cyrus snickered, toasting him with his glass. “I hear that.”
