Alyxa sat quiet in her living room, her legs tucked beneath her, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She stared out into the street. It was night and the street lights were burning with their soft glow, illuminating the rain-soaked street. Everything she looked at seemed grey still, as though the Dreamed threat was spreading from her mind to the world around her. Amy was staring at her, she knew, she also knew that Bast and Morpheus were conversing in that silent manner of theirs. She hoped they talked about what it meant to ‘stop the Coven’. What did it mean? Four ‘agents’? Her thoughts ran together in single streams that branched off before she could make sense of any of it. Morpheus had drunk from her again that morning, but gently, igniting her pleasure points before drawing back again. It was the only flash of colour that she had seen since he had urged her to sleep. Bast had been sitting on the window sill, her tail flicking in irritation every now and then. Suddenly she looked up and hissed.
“The Witch is here,” she snarled.
Morpheus suddenly came into the room.
“You are sure?”
“Am I a cat?” Bast snapped.
“She will empty their veins and set fire to their flesh while they still breathe.”
“Can people really do that?” Amy asked, looking up from her drawing.
“Not in front of the child,” Bast muttered, and instantly the conversation returned to the state of silence.
Alyxa caught Morpheus’ hand just as he passed her. She did not look up.
“Who is ‘the Witch’?”
Morpheus’ green eyes glanced at Bast.
“She is here, nothing else matters,” the Cat-Goddess stated, “are you coming, Morpheus?”
“We will need the car,” Morpheus murmured, “Alyxa will you – ”
“I’ll drive you,” Alyxa whispered.
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