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Allison Bright would let Vince at Lambert now.
“My dreamscape is the Scrape,” Mirren said coldly.
“Oh no!” Agatha dared to lift her gaze briefly, then dropped it just as fast. “I mean the one your father has set aside for you and David. It’s new, a real dreamscape. I’ve seen the plans and have visited once myself. He’s a genius.”
Vince uncrossed his ankles and sat up, heat bubbling through his blood. If Agatha knew about David , then she did know something about Lambert’s activities—maybe even about the nursery Rêve? Did she know what had happened in that Rêve? Had they come to the right person, or had they walked into a trap?
He wouldn’t mind a trap. He could fight then.
“Your father loves you so much,” Agatha said to the floor. “He’s been working so hard for you. Talks about you all the time—how you’ll be safe there. You and David. It’s amazing. So sharp and beautiful, like you. It’s called Maze City.”
***
Mirren wanted to kick the woman for saying such things. Her father didn’t love her. He didn’t know what love was. And there was no way in hell that she was going to allow David anywhere near a place called Maze City. Put a three-year-old in a maze ? Like a lab rat? How typical of her father. Mirren wished again she hadn’t stood by while Vincent had tried to kill her father; she should’ve fucking helped .
“When the Agora falls,” Agatha continued, “he wants a safe place for you out of the fray and confusion.”
Mirren’s mind blanked for second. When the Agora…?
If the Agora fell, then people would go back to dreaming alone. Or most would. There would be a select few who could still roam. And if the nightmares kept creeping into the waking world and snatching people? Her father was a genius. His strategy was a whole new take on divide and conquer. The waking world and Darkside. Just make everyone else sitting ducks.
“What about the EU’s Complex?” Mirren asked.
Agatha grinned. “That will come down, too.”
“And the black market?”
“The nightmares will overrun it easily,” Agatha said.
Mirren knew from Rook that nightmares were already infiltrating the black market. He had job offers to protect the illegal Rêves in operation there.
“But my father thinks Maze City can withstand all that?”
Agatha smiled, and her eyes sparkled. “It’s amazing. It’s a masterpiece. His legacy to you and your son. Pure genius.”
“So you’ve said.” Mirren turned thoughtful. A maze might be a trap, but it could also keep others out. David did need a dreamscape, especially if her father’s mayhem were to come to pass. An entire city would give him plenty of space to roam and explore until he got older and learned about the dangers of the world Darkside.
“Did I ruin the surprise?” Agatha asked, new worry in her voice. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Will he be angry?”
“No, I’m not surprised at anything my father does,” Mirren said. Though, one day, Agatha might be, once she realized what the true cost of his genius was. “I won’t mention it to him. I’ll let him surprise me himself.”
Mirren had to see Maze City. Maybe there was a way to secure it, snatch it out of her father’s grasp while he was tied up. And with Vincent beside her, they could defend it from the inside. It was imperative that they not be at the mercy of her father should all the Rêves fall and the nightmares run amok. She had to survive.
“Now, what can I help you with?” Agatha asked. “Please.”
Okay, fine. To the point then. “I need to speak with the Sandman on my father’s behalf.”
Silence.
After a moment, Agatha tilted her head, as if thinking. The silence stretched, and Mirren let it. Too many people tried to fill holes in conversation. It was a nervous habit. The confident only said what they needed to and no more. The trick was to let others speak and use what they said—and what they didn’t say—against them.
“My dreamscape is the Scrape,” Mirren said coldly.
“Oh no!” Agatha dared to lift her gaze briefly, then dropped it just as fast. “I mean the one your father has set aside for you and David. It’s new, a real dreamscape. I’ve seen the plans and have visited once myself. He’s a genius.”
Vince uncrossed his ankles and sat up, heat bubbling through his blood. If Agatha knew about David , then she did know something about Lambert’s activities—maybe even about the nursery Rêve? Did she know what had happened in that Rêve? Had they come to the right person, or had they walked into a trap?
He wouldn’t mind a trap. He could fight then.
“Your father loves you so much,” Agatha said to the floor. “He’s been working so hard for you. Talks about you all the time—how you’ll be safe there. You and David. It’s amazing. So sharp and beautiful, like you. It’s called Maze City.”
***
Mirren wanted to kick the woman for saying such things. Her father didn’t love her. He didn’t know what love was. And there was no way in hell that she was going to allow David anywhere near a place called Maze City. Put a three-year-old in a maze ? Like a lab rat? How typical of her father. Mirren wished again she hadn’t stood by while Vincent had tried to kill her father; she should’ve fucking helped .
“When the Agora falls,” Agatha continued, “he wants a safe place for you out of the fray and confusion.”
Mirren’s mind blanked for second. When the Agora…?
If the Agora fell, then people would go back to dreaming alone. Or most would. There would be a select few who could still roam. And if the nightmares kept creeping into the waking world and snatching people? Her father was a genius. His strategy was a whole new take on divide and conquer. The waking world and Darkside. Just make everyone else sitting ducks.
“What about the EU’s Complex?” Mirren asked.
Agatha grinned. “That will come down, too.”
“And the black market?”
“The nightmares will overrun it easily,” Agatha said.
Mirren knew from Rook that nightmares were already infiltrating the black market. He had job offers to protect the illegal Rêves in operation there.
“But my father thinks Maze City can withstand all that?”
Agatha smiled, and her eyes sparkled. “It’s amazing. It’s a masterpiece. His legacy to you and your son. Pure genius.”
“So you’ve said.” Mirren turned thoughtful. A maze might be a trap, but it could also keep others out. David did need a dreamscape, especially if her father’s mayhem were to come to pass. An entire city would give him plenty of space to roam and explore until he got older and learned about the dangers of the world Darkside.
“Did I ruin the surprise?” Agatha asked, new worry in her voice. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Will he be angry?”
“No, I’m not surprised at anything my father does,” Mirren said. Though, one day, Agatha might be, once she realized what the true cost of his genius was. “I won’t mention it to him. I’ll let him surprise me himself.”
Mirren had to see Maze City. Maybe there was a way to secure it, snatch it out of her father’s grasp while he was tied up. And with Vincent beside her, they could defend it from the inside. It was imperative that they not be at the mercy of her father should all the Rêves fall and the nightmares run amok. She had to survive.
“Now, what can I help you with?” Agatha asked. “Please.”
Okay, fine. To the point then. “I need to speak with the Sandman on my father’s behalf.”
Silence.
After a moment, Agatha tilted her head, as if thinking. The silence stretched, and Mirren let it. Too many people tried to fill holes in conversation. It was a nervous habit. The confident only said what they needed to and no more. The trick was to let others speak and use what they said—and what they didn’t say—against them.
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