Darkness pressed around Katelina and, as horrible as it was, it was better than what she'd just seen. Jorick's memory was better than hers, if memory it was, and the images were too clear and too vivid. Patrick, his body not even cold, and his brother snarling threats. How much of that was real, and how much just a trick of sleep?

Jorick stirred beneath her. She couldn't see him open his eyes, though she knew that he had. She waited for him to comment on the dream, or explain ...