“You’re a witch,” Alyxa said accusingly.
“I would have thought that was obvious, given the shop we’re
in, my dear.”
Alyxa found herself blushing.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
“As for being a witch, so are you,” the older woman pointed
out, “a particularly powerful one.”
“What makes you say that?”
-She’s got eyes,- Bast muttered, stretching out to soothe
her hackles, -you’re here with us.-
Alyxa blinked and looked at the cat and then at the Dream
God disappearing down the narrow aisle of books.
“My name is June. The Lady Bast I know by reputation,” the old
witch went on, following Alyxa’s gaze, “the other...I cannot name.”
Morpheus stuck his head out from around the end of the
bookshelf.
“I am Morpheus, Lord of Dreams, Wandering King, Master of
Reveille, Prince of – ”
-I think she gets it, kitten,- Bast cut in.
“Are you sure?” Morpheus asked, tilting his head curiously
at June.
“I am honoured to make your acquaintance, Lord Morpheus,”
the witch assured him.
“Of course,” Morpheus agreed, taking it for granted. Alyxa
couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him.
-Now...you wouldn’t happen to have a tea-like last name
would you, June?- Bast asked slyly, her narrow face looking decidedly pointed
at the question.
“Darjeeling? You’re looking for young Maye then, I assume.”
“Actually, yes, we are,” Alyxa replied, glad that they were
finally making some headway.
“She is my great-niece,” June said softly, “she said people
would come looking for her. I didn’t expect you. What do you want with her?”
-She cost us something precious in exchange for her newfound
powers,- Bast snarled.
“What precious something?” June queried.
“An Unbound Dreamer. Traded to Lucifer,” Morpheus stated, “a
trade this world cannot afford.”
“Then it is true, and Lucifer wishes to bridge the Rift. How
interesting.”
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