I’d get to work with anything like this!”

He was fairly bubbling over with excitement.

“We’ll leave you to it, then, ” said Modred. They left the cluttered

apartment and headed back home. Wyrdrune and Sebastian were

waiting for them in the penthouse. Makepeace was on the phone.

“How’s it going?” Wyrdrune asked.

Kira grinned. “I think Modred just made a friend for life.”

“He seems to know what he’s doing, ” Modred said. “We’ll soon

see.”

Makepeace hung up the receiver.

“Anything?” said Modred.

Makepeace shook his head. ‘ ’I still have a few more calls to

make. All we can do at this point is get the word out to our network

and wait. “

“Meanwhile, people keep on dying, ” Kira said grimly.

The dreams were coming to them every night now. And they no

longer had any illusions about what they meant or who they were

coming from.

“There’s nothing to be done about that, ” Modred said. “Leila is

not the only Dark One out there. You can be sure that the others

are doubtless doing the same thing, trying to build up their power

for the inevitable confrontation.”

“That’s just my point, ” said Wyrdrune. “We’ve already beaten

her once, why doesn’t she just lay low like the others and wait till

she thinks she’s strong enough to take us on again? Or join up with

the others? Why send us the dreams? Why tell us what she’s

doing?”

“Psychological warfare, ” Modred said. “She doesn’t have to tell

us what she’s doing, we already know. What she’s doing is rubbing

our noses in it. She’s trying to make us feel frustrated and

powerless to stop her.”

“She’s succeeding, too, ” Kira mumbled.

“Only if you let her, ” Modred replied.