Tower of Dawn “Yrene,” it hissed, laughing a bit. “Yrene.” Valg. One had indeed been hunting her that night, and had come for her again tonight- Clapping her free hand over her mouth, Yrene sank onto the edge of the bed. “Don’t you waste one heartbeat being afraid of a coward who hunts women in the darkness,” Chaol snapped at her. The thing on the other side of the door growled. The doorknob rattled. “Yrene,” it repeated. Chaol only held her stare. “Your fear grants it power over you.”