Jessie burst through the door all out of breath. She spoke so rapidly, Ceara had to stop her several times and ask her to slow down.
Inhaling deeply, Jessie started over. "I met Cate."
Ceara headed for the kitchen with Jessie close on her heels. "Where?"
"In her dreams. Her Dreamworld. She felt my presence when I went through so she induced sleep or something so we could meet. Why didn't you tell me we could do that?"
Ceara turned on the faucet and watched as the water poured into her teakettle. "We can't. She apparently can. She is very good, my dear, to be able to make something of that magnitude happen. She knows the craft well." Setting the kettle on the stove, Ceara turned up the flame. "Go on."
Jessie told her all about their conversation, and Ceara stopped her only a few times for clarification. When Jessie began describing Lachlan, Ceara's eyes grew wide and she held her hands up. "Are you certain she said Lachlan?"