Alyxa stepped into her house, slightly tipsy and buzzing from the night’s work that the small circle of witches had worked. Within a matter of days they would be able to repeat Alyxa’s spell and draw yet another of the gods from Réveille. Of course the question now was who? Of all nine in the circle, only Alyxa was a Dreamer, the others had only caught glimpses of the otherworld. So they’d left it to her to decide which to bring through. Ishtar had been asking, nagging really, and of course Ares was still desperate to come out and play. Isis might be an interesting decision but –
“Who’re you?” Alyxa asked the small child standing in front of her, holding a teddy-bear.
“My name’s Amy. Morpheus brought me here,” the girl told her.
“He…did, did he?” Alyxa murmured, “he here?”
“I am here, Alyxa.”
Alyxa started, losing her balance on her heels and teetering for a split second on one precarious stiletto. Morpheus steadied her, materializing in that irritating way of his, right behind her, until she regained her footing.
“Amy’s step-mother met with an unfortunate accident, we decided to bring her here.”
She could feel the brush of his thumbs along her spine, rushing, coaxing. He wanted to feed.
“Amy…it’s Amy right?”
“Yes.”
“Give me a minute…Morpheus, can I talk to you?”
“You are talking to me, witchlet,” he pointed out.
She took him by the arm then and pulled him into the kitchen.
“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just bring a child away from an accident! Or from her home and family! That’s kidnapping! You didn’t actually kill her mother did you?”
“Step-mother.”
“Whatever. You didn’t do anything to save her, did you?” Alyxa asked, incredulously, staring up into the emerald eyes.
“Should I have?”
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