Alyxa got out of the car with Morpheus and Bast, ignoring the look that Morpheus shot her. He wanted her to stay put, she could feel it, but she could also feel the immense power inside Maye’s house and despite the terror at that immensity she wanted to be there. Bast hopped up onto a windowsill and hissed.
“She’s inside already. Kitten’s claws but she moves fast!”
“I will open – ” Morpheus started, but before he could open anything, Alyxa had simply hit the doorbell.
There was movement inside, quick footsteps, and Maye’s familiar voice, out of breath, exclaiming that she was on the way.
“Oh thank the stars,” Maye whispered when she saw Alyxa’s face, “there’s a wo – ”
“I know,” Alyxa said, “I told you there would be consequences if you didn’t stop.”
“I’m not going to stop! I do not deal well with threats!” Maye snapped.
Alyxa gawked at her.
“Don’t be an idiot, girl, Medea is older than the dirt, she gave meaning to the word ‘witch’ in ways Hecate never thought of!” Bast snarled, leaping past her into the living room.
“This is my house and I will not be threatened in it, not by anyone!”
“You are blinded, Maye Darjeeling, by pride, by lack of power,” Morpheus murmured.
“‘Lack of power’?!” Maye gaped, she turned her anger at Alyxa, “keep your pet God in line, Alyxa, I will not be spoken to like that!”
“It does not work that way, Maye Darjeeling, the more you speak the more you prove you know little of what you claim to,” Morpheus replied, reaching forwards, hand suddenly talon-like.
Maye shouted something that made Alyxa’s ears ring, and the world went dark, fading as though someone had dropped a large blanket over the sun.
And then simply nothing.
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