“We have to go,” Jessica exclaimed, frustrated by her new disability. She wanted to be moving, to grab her coat and get into a car.
“Where are we going?” Michael asked, pressing her coat into her hands and steering her in the direction of the door.
“There’s a house…in Mirrorgrove, there’s a young Dreamer there, and a cat, and - ”
“‘The Queen of Witches’?” Michael quoted.
“That’s the first thing that popped into my head when I saw her.”
“What did she look like?” Michael asked.
They were in the elevator now, she could feel the space around her and heard the doors slide open and shut.
“Tall, beautiful. She had black hair, pale skin. I donno. She reminded me of that fairy-tale description of Snow-white. You know?”
“‘Raven-black hair, skin pale as snow, lips red as roses’ or whatever?”
“That. She was terrifying. I could feel her power, and it wasn’t…nice.”
“Medea then, thankfully.”
“The Sight shows me a terrifying red witch lady and you’re saying thanks?” Jazzy breathed, confused, “didn’t you hear me when I said she was ‘terrifying’?! She’s with the Dreamer child.”
“Yeah, I heard you – mind your step – but Medea is, for the most part, on our side.”
“What do you mean ‘for the most part’?”
“Ever heard of the missing Romanov princess Anastazcia?”
“Russian Revolution urban legend stuff, sure.”
“Ares gave her into Medea’s keeping to keep her safe, so that the Czar’s family would have some sort of direct descension.”
“So she’s alive?” Jessica breathed.
“Er…not exactly,” Michael told her, helping her into the car, “see…Medea doesn’t deal well with children. They say that by the time a decision could be made, the Witch had lost her temper, and the girl was in several pieces. So if she’s with the Dreamer child…”
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