“Well?” King Stephan snapped. He was sitting across a large wooden table in the dream realm. They were currently under the sea in a glass dome. There was a storm up raging above the sea and as lightning flashed it illuminated sea creatures. It was terrifying and beautiful at the same time.
“Is that a way to greet an old friend?” Raoul said with a chuckle.
A large silver tabby cat suddenly jumped up on the table and hissed at Raoul. Dion and King Stephan instantly recognised it as Queenie, Eric’s Cat.
“Queenie!” Dion said happily as Queenie sat down and glared at Raoul.
The King was secret thrilled, because he had been under the glare of those eyes and it took a strong man not to be unnerved.
“Ahh I see, Eric’s disgusting flea bag is here. But pray tell me, where is your new spy maste
