The Raven King (The Raven Boys #4)(41)

Ronan thought about the story of Adam’s wandering eye and rogue hand. I will be your hands. I will be your eyes.

He sliced the thought out of his head. The memory of Adam bargaining part of himself away was too frequent a visitor in his nightmares already; he didn’t need to call it back up again through intention.

“Are you done with your magician business?” Ronan asked.

Adam nodded. “Time?”

Ronan handed him his phone, glad to be rid of it.

Adam studied it. “6:21,” he said with a frown. Ronan frowned, too. It was not puzzling because it was unexpected here. Time on the ley line was always uncertain, skipping to and fro, minutes taking hours and vice versa. What was surprising was that 6:21 had now happened enough outside of the ley line to arouse their suspicions. Something was happening, but he did not know what.

“Are you done with your Greywaren business?” Adam asked.

“That’s ongoing,” Ronan replied. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he shouted into the hush, “Orphan Girl!”

Far off through the still green air, a raven cawed back. Ha ha ha.

Chainsaw hissed.

“Good enough for me,” Ronan said, and set off through the green trees. He wasn’t happy about the gloom, but it wasn’t like he was a stranger to working in nightmares. The key was to learn what rules and fears they were playing off as quickly as possible, and lean into them. Panic was how you got hurt in nightmares. Reminding the dream that you were something alien was a good way to get ejected or destroyed.

Ronan was good at being a dream thing, especially in Cabeswater.

They kept going. All the while, the forest continued being wrong around them. It was as if they walked on a slant, though the ground beneath them was level enough.

“Tell me again,” Adam said carefully, catching up, “how your dreams were wrong. Use less cursing and more specifics.”

“Without changing Cabeswater around us?” Even though Cabeswater had been slow to respond to their request for light, it didn’t mean that it would be slow to respond to a nightmare prompt. Not when it already looked like this, a gray-green half-world of black trunks.

“Obviously.”

“They were wrong like this.”

“Like what?”

Ronan said, “Just like this.”

He didn’t say anything more. He shouted, “Orphan Girl!”

Caw caw caw!

This time it sounded a little more like a girl, a little less like a bird. Ronan picked up the pace a little; now they were climbing. To their right, a bare rock surface slanted steeply down with only a few small trees bursting from cracks in the naked surface. They picked their way cautiously along this precarious edge; a loose step would send them sliding for yards with no fast way to climb back up.

He glanced behind to make sure Adam was following; he was, looking at Ronan with narrowed eyes.

“Do you think your dream is wrong because Cabeswater is wrong?” Adam asked.

“Probably.”

“So if we fix Cabeswater, we would fix your dreams.”

“Probably.”

Adam was still processing, thinking so hard that Ronan imagined he could feel it. Actually, in Cabeswater, with Adam so close to him, it was possible he really did.

“You could dream things into being before we found Cabeswater, right? Can you do it without Cabeswater?”

Ronan stopped and squinted through the gloom. About fifteen yards below, the slanted rock slide they’d been walking along ended in a pool of perfectly clear water. It was tinted green because the air was green, because everything was green, but otherwise the water was clear. Ronan could see all the way to its rocky bottom. It was clearly far deeper than it was wide, a chasm filled with water. It held his attention. “Why?”

“If you cut yourself off from Cabeswater, somehow, until I fixed it, would your dreams be normal?”

Here it was. Adam was finally asking the right questions; the questions that meant he probably already knew the answer. The longer they spent in Cabeswater, the more they worked together with Ronan’s dreams, the more Cabeswater’s nightmares were reflected in Ronan’s and vice versa. The more the evidence piled up.

But now that they were to it, Ronan wasn’t sure he wanted to be on the other side. So many days on a pew with his knuckles pressed to his forehead, silently asking what am I am I the only one what does this mean —

He said, “I can do it better with Cabeswater. With Orphan Girl, too. But —”

He stopped. He looked at the ground.

“Ask me,” he said. “Just do it. Just —”

“Ask you what?”

Ronan didn’t reply, just looked at the ground. The green air moved all around him, tinting his pale skin, and the trees curved black and real around him, everything in this place looking like his dreams, or everything in his dreams looking like this place.

Adam pressed his lips together, and then he asked, “Did you dream Cabeswater?”

Ronan’s blue eyes flicked up to Adam.





It was 6:21.

“When?” Adam asked. “When did you know that you dreamt Cabeswater? Right away?”

They faced each other at the top of the slanted rock face, that clear pool far down below. Adam’s heart was racing with either adrenaline or with sheer proximity to the ley line.