"What problem?" Kate's stomach flipped, she looked at Zagryus, whose playful smile was gone replaced by a serious one, he started to fidget with his mug, he would turn the handle side all the way around before he reversed it.
"Morpheus is the problem," he avoided her gaze, "Because Hera has control of him she can make him spy on your dreams, and send messages to you through him."
Kate's eyes narrowed, as she got to her feet all eyes turned to her, "I thought you said she couldn't make him send anything? You were so sure in your house in the fields, with its walls covered in drawings of me."
He must have seen the anger flaring in her eyes because, even though she still couldn't use magick, he took a few steps back abandoning his tea.
"I didn't know Kate."
She matched each of his steps, one for one, and jabbed a finger in his chest, "I trusted you, You were so sure he wasn't sending you anything from Hera. Are you as sure now?"
