“Please trust me. I know why Loki was so vague in the World Between Dreams.”
“You what?” Shew’s anger eased, just a little, out of curiosity. “How do you know about the World Between Dreams? He said it’s a private place.”
“It is a private place,” Alice said, and leaned a bit forward. Shew had underestimated her, thinking she was just an ordinary girl from the Waking World. “I only guessed he met you there because of the necklace. Wilhelm taught me that such a place exists deep in our minds. The World in Between Dreams is a personal place in Loki’s psyche. Very few people have access to it. They have to be people he loves dearly. There are usually only three to five people in each one’s life who can enter. And here is the good news about the World Between Dreams; Carmilla can’t see it,” Alice explained.
“He told me the same thing, but I don’t understand why it’s so important that Carmilla can’t see the World Between Dreams,” Shew’s anger had flown out the window.
“It’s because Carmilla can see everything else going on in this dream.” Alice said.
“Everything?” Shew’s brows furrowed. She was looking around, feeling as if she were trapped inside a snow globe in a witch’s hand.
“Every bit of it, through Loki’s Fleece,” Alice said slowly. “It’s like she’s looking through a crystal ball. All except the World Between Dreams. Thank God that the only way she can interfere in this world is through Loki.”
Shew sat on the edge of the window, trying to analyze every crazy detail she’d learned so far.
“But there is a catch about the World Between Dreams,” Alice said. “Whenever Loki’s inner soul reaches for you through this world, he can’t do it for long because she’ll notice his disappearance from her crystal ball. She has her own way to bring him back if he disappears, and torture him every time his soul longs for you.”
“Then why doesn’t he use the damn World in Between Dreams to freakin’ tell me what he wants to tell me?” Shew asked.
“Don’t you get it? Sometimes lovers prefer if their partners read their minds or pick up on the hints they send them, without having to be told” Alice’s eyes showed compassion when she said it, as if she wished someone loved her the way Loki loved Shew. “What’s the point of a relationship if two people have to explain everything to each other?”
“But I can’t read the damn necklace,” Shew’s face tensed and she did her best not to cry. It only took her a moment before she gathered her strength and stared back at Alice. She stood up again and gained her composure. She was stronger than she thought. “All right, I want my necklace back after I listen to you. So please tell me something useful,” she demanded.
“I will tell you something useful. It’s the one thing I wanted to tell you from the beginning, but you doubted me and kept asking too many questions,” Alice said, raising her eyes to meet Shew’s. “I will tell you how to wake up from this dream.”
“Finally,” Shew sighed with relief. “I’ve been trying to wake up from this dream since forever. Why has it been so long? I keep telling myself Axel and Fable should’ve broken the mirrors in the Dream Temple and disconnected the Dreamworld, but I don’t understand why this hasn’t happened yet.”
“It’s because they can’t,” Alice explained. “This dream is locked with a spell. Neither the dreamer nor the Dreamhunter controls this dream. Still, I can tell you how to wake up from it.”
“Come on, tell me,” Shew urged her. “I really wonder why you haven’t told me until now, since you’ve been following me for a while now.”
“Had I told you earlier, you wouldn’t have remembered Cerené or understood important information about your own life. And you wouldn’t have listened to me,” Alice said. “The only way to break free of this dream is going to be a hard decision for you.”
“OK? Can you just spit it out? She demanded. “In plain English please, and without riddles, how can I wake up from this dream?”
Alice shrugged, and her penetrating stare softened. What she was going to tell Shew was going to shatter her to pieces.
27
A Cruel Choice
“Enough, Axel,” Fable said.
Since she’d woken up after her shivering seizure, he’d been feeding her everything from his bag. To Axel, the only way to help someone or elevate their mood was food.
“OK,” he said. “Don’t be so grouchy. I was worried about you.”
Fable on the other hand woke up feeling different in ways she couldn’t explain. She’d asked Axel about her hallucinations and he’d told her all about the Queen and Furry Tell. Never had she felt so connected to an otherworld. She had experimented with all kinds of magic before, but this was different.
“So you want to talk about what happened?” Axel wondered.