Sixty-three:
Louisa Endless
We were back in Faerie.
“Do you think we’re dumb for doing this?” I asked Nia after we had gone through the Gate.
Nia shrugged. “I don’t know. Emma’s the goddess of nightmares. She might not even need our help.”
“She doesn’t know how to use her powers,” Bradley reminded me, “the Queen was training her when I saw her. She didn’t even know what kind of goddess she was. Everyone thought she was the rage goddess.”
“It made sense,” I said, “Emma isn’t exactly the scariest thing in the world.”
“Aunt Emma doesn’t scare people,” said Little Tatiana.
I glanced down at my niece. “No? What does she do?”
“She travels between the world of dreams and nightmares,” said Little Tatiana, “and she controls what people see. She coul
