"Maybe not," Spencer said lowly. "I mean. Just, not right now?" He sent a pleading glance to William, hoping that he would just go with it -- Spencer really didn't feel very prepared to face Ryan just yet. Beyond that, too, there was a crawling sensation in his body, his chest, a dark thought at the back of his head. Strange, he thought, very, very quietly, that the local runes expert didn't recognise a bindrune's presence in the castle for a whole month.
He frowned, and tilted his head to the sides. "Besides," he said, scrunching up his face. "Can you feel that?" It was like a prickling at the back of his head, the awful humming of the nightmare, of not being able to sleep drummed up tenfold, and Spencer felt like he could almost, almost pick it up, find where it had started, follow the thread.