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  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Morgan L. Busse
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. Contents
  8. The Dominia Empire (Map)
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  54. About the Author
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19

Who are you?”

Only silence answered Selene within the dreamscape. The candlelight moved along the corridor of Northwind Castle until it faded around the corner.

What was that light? And why did it always leave her?

Selene watched it disappear, then lowered her head and stared down at her translucent body. Why was she here again? As she moved her fingers, she stretched out her senses, feeling along the dreamscape, searching for the sleeper.

It felt familiar. And powerful. Cool, like the mist that covered the Magyr Mountains on an early spring morning.

It felt like . . . her.

Her head shot up, but before she could think on it further, there was a rustling sound behind her.

Selene froze.

Swish. Swish. Like a dress across the stone floor.

Slowly, she looked back.

The Dark Lady moved between the patches of moonlight along the corridor, her body and face covered in dark fabric. The hood fluttered for a moment around her face, revealing lips black as night. “Little raven,” she whispered.

Selene stared at the ghoulish figure. She opened and closed her lips, but she couldn’t speak. Only one word entered her mind.

Fly.

She twisted around, burst into her raven form, and flew down the hall where the light had disappeared moments ago.

She was caught between the light and the Dark Lady as she raced within the halls of Northwind Castle—never catching up to one, barely escaping the other. Never a moment’s rest.

Right when it felt like her lungs would burst and her wings were on fire, Selene collapsed to the floor in her human form and watched the last of the light vanish around another corner.

“Why am I here?” She curled her fingers against the floor. “Why does my mind keep bringing me to this place?” But it wasn’t just her. The Dark Lady was here too. Was she keeping her trapped here?

She only had a few moments before the Dark Lady appeared again, but she couldn’t move. Every breath she dragged in through her lips felt like glass shards inside her lungs. Why can’t I escape?

Escape . . . Escape . . .

Selene sat up with a gasp and opened her eyes. She was back in her room, with the first few rays of dawn filtering through the window. She pressed a hand to her cheek, feeling as though she was going to vomit. Cold sweat met her fingertips. “What is happening to me?” she whispered. Was something changing with her gift? Why couldn’t she escape this dream or change it?

What did it mean?

There was rustling in the room on the other side of her wall. Selene stared at the door that led from her room to Damien’s. He must be up. Just hearing the sound of another human being made her heart slowly return to its normal beat.

She lay back down and stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts returning from the dreamscape to the present. She listened to the movement on the other side of her wall.