Wait. Cohen was a monk. Was it possible he could intercede on her behalf? Or maybe Damien could as well.

But then she remembered the shock on Damien’s face in the library. No, not him. She would go to Cohen instead. But how to find the abbey where Cohen lived . . . ?

Sleep crept across her eyes until darkness took hold.

She moved in and out of dreams, soaring along the dreamscape, visiting cities and places she had never been before until she found herself in an empty hallway of Northwind Castle. Moonlight streamed through the windows, casting the corridor in shadows and pale light.

Selene landed on the stone floor and changed into her human form. She raised her hand and held out her fingers. Her skin appeared hazy and translucent, like the images of those whose dreamscapes she visited. White fabric fluttered at her elbow. She glanced down. A simple nightdress covered her body, but she didn’t recognize the garment. She vaguely recognized the hall she was in. It was on the other side of the castle, the part she had barely visited, and not enough to know how to make her way back to her room.

Selene looked around again, then back at her hand with a frown. Whose dreamscape was this? And why did she appear as a dreamer?

A yellow light appeared at the end of the corridor, like the glow cast by candlelight.

She took a step forward. “Hello? Is someone there?”

The light moved away, down the other hallway.

“How did I get here?” she whispered. Am I visiting my own dreams? It has to be. I’m not touching someone.

“Little raven,” spoke a raspy voice behind her.

Selene froze, except for her heart, which began to pound frantically inside her chest. Slowly she turned. As she moved, the dreamscape began to morph. A chill swept across her body as tall obsidian columns rose in place of the walls. The hallway and Northwind Castle disappeared in a mesh of grey and darkness until the room settled and she found herself in the Dark Lady’s sanctuary back at Rook Castle. Ten feet away, near the front of the sanctuary, a dozen candles burned in the retable, providing the only light.

Selene took a step back. I don’t want to be here. Not here.

Before she could turn, she spotted a figure draped in black approach the retable. A pale gaunt hand reached out from beneath the robe and pinched each twinkling flame until only one remained. It was the same shadowy figure that had been visiting her almost every night since she left Rook Castle.

Run! Her mind screamed, but she was still frozen, her gaze fixed on the scene in front of her.

“Little raven.” The figure’s hood hung low, covering everything but the lower half of its face. Lips painted black were all that was visible. A hand rose and the robe’s sleeve fell back. Long pale fingers beckoned her. “Come with me.”