“Eight years of silence. Eight years watching her sleep. Eight years hoping that one day the things she said … I’d accepted that my friend had lost her mind completely. Eight years ... and I convinced myself that her visions and stories were that of a madwoman, broken by a battle that convinced her that her mate was an evil player in some bigger plan, and her confinement here was a betrayal to silence her. Eight years justifying that she was better off asleep than to be tortured by an illness of the mind.” I don’t know if he’s saying this to me or himself. His eyes are not on...