Chapter Twenty-One
I heard the scritch-scritch against parchment at my back. The sound of Zane drawing was a constant in my sleeping and waking hours. I didn’t want to open my eyes from this dream and confront the day. But the voice found me anyway.
“Tisa, I cannot wait much longer. I need you to wake up.”
From the darkness of my dreams, the floating woman stepped in front of me. “Demeter?”
I peered at the woman. She did favor Demeter with the wheat-colored hair and sparkling eyes. But there was something . . . different about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“I need you to remember my birth,” she said. “Remember before it’s too late.”
“Your birth?”
“You don’t have much time. They are gathering. You need to wake up.”
But I didn’t want to wake up. I didn’t want her in my dreams
