Alyxa’s hand shook as she dialed Maye’s number, a sleep-fogged voice mumbled her name in query.
“Maye…we need to talk.”
“If this is about the bringing another – ” the Coven Mistress muttered.
“We can’t!”
“What do you mean ‘we can’t’?!” Maye demanded, startled out of her sleep completely.
“Maye, the last time that we – that a Dreamer brought someone through, he kill – ”
“We’ve been planning this for years, Alyxa. Your own father is the one who made the final preparations! He gave his life to re-establish the communication between our world and Réveille! How dare you dishonor his memory by suggesting we abort!”
“Maye – ”
“I am your Coven Mistress! Like my mother before me! I will not put up with your insubordination!”
Alyxa could not believe what she was hearing. She and Maye had been raised together within the Coven, their parents had been friends. They had been the special children of the Coven, the Mistress’s heir and the Dreamer’s. They had always known their place. It was not like Maye to completely disregard what she, the Coven’s Dreamer, was saying. Not like this. Unlike the other Witches, she was not ‘subordinate’. The Coven needed her, she did not need the Coven.
“Maye…”
“There is nothing to talk about, Dreamer. This has been the Coven’s purpose, to reestablish our power…my Mother wanted nothing more, and your Father…”
“It was Dad’s dream, yes, I know, but – ”
“No buts. We know the Rituals. We do not need you to draw another through. Choose as you will, Alyxa.”
Maye hung up on her. Alyxa looked up at Morpheus.
“Will a Dreamerless Ritual work?”
Morpheus’ lips tightened, a human expression.
“Witches have an extraordinary power in intent, and your Mistress is driven by it. With enough intent, anything is possible. Anything.”
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