The memories return her first night in Caer Colur, as the midnight sky melts into a pale orange and the broken castle emerges into view. Sometimes she sees him; in darkened corners or in lone shadows like an abandoned thought, coaxing, beckoning. Other times she hears him; in her ear he whispers the same promises of old—sickeningly sweet and filled with lies.
Like an omen, a foretelling of her undoing, Arawn stands ever at the threshold of her mind—and when it is not moving, working, distracting, his presence is.
So for the first few nights, she doesn't sleep.