A few months ago, I hated walking through my Coven-mates dreams. Loathed it, actually. It felt like a massive invasion of their privacy. These people were my family. I never wanted them to feel like I took advantage of my gift and pried into their minds. Dreams were so out of our control. We couldn’t help what our subconscious minds showed us. Even Deacon had to consciously use magic to infiltrate dreams, and he still couldn’t control it. He usually just sat there waiting for someone in our Coven to stumble into him. I couldn’t control my own dreams either.

Since my twin sisters arrived and we had to close the Gap in Salem by Samhain, I’d been forced to get comfortable looking into their dreams. Not that I was comfortable doing it now, but I at least had accepted none of them were upset I did it. In fact, they all wanted me to do it.

“What ya thinkin’ ‘bout, Star Boy?”

I smiled and looked to my left to where Savannah stood beside me holding my hand. She leaned forward and rested her chin on my arm and blinked those big blue eyes up at me. Walking through dreams was so much better with her by my side. It felt more like an evening stroll through a park. She kept me anchored and calm.

“Kiwi,” she whispered.

“I was thinking . . .” I sighed. She probably wasn’t ready for all my mushy gushy feelings about her company, so I settled for a safer answer and one I was thinking on. “They all want me to stroll through their dreams. They basically beg me to. I guess I’m not sure why. Like why all of a sudden?”

She narrowed her eyes as she thought. “Did they not used to like it?”

I shook my head. “Not without warning them I would be doing it ahead of time or telling them the next day. But now? They don’t even want to know what I see. It’s weird.”

“Maybe for you. But for them it’s not.” She gave me a small smile and gestured ahead of us. “Whose dream are we in now, for example?”

I frowned and glanced around. We were in some kind of garden at night with the moon shining full and bright above us. There were no stars in the black sky, or any clouds. Just the moon sitting too low and too bright for reality.

“Is it Henley’s?”

“No, Riah asked me to stay out of her dreams until she wakes.” I shuddered. “He doesn’t want me to accidentally trigger memories of her first possession while she’s trying to heal. So, this isn’t Henley—but that means . . .”