After that last comment of his, I knew what he was trying to tell me and I stood up and ran to the nearest exit. My father was trying to warn me, to tell me that Amyranth's next target was the Sgiurs Dan, and that he couldn't stop them. They were saying that I was too big of a threat, to stand with the other side.

I was running now, as far away as I could, yet I had nowhere to run to.

Hunter and I had broken up, almost five years ago, and since then I lived by myself, and had adopted my brother Killian's lifestyle. Kill and I had grown to be very close. Killian was one of the few things left for me in this world. He was my rock and kept me sane.

My problematic relationship with Amyranth, was something that I hid from everyone I knew, even Killian. It was a known fact that I was bound to have trouble with them, but I usually laid low, and minded my own business. There were things that were meant to remain hidden from certain people, and these are the secrets that drove me out of Widow's Vale.

I was still running now, I must've looked crazy to all the other people on Edinburgh's pavements. I pushed and ran through as many people as I could and then made an abrupt turn into a small coffee house. I blocked myself with all the strength I had, and then sat at a small table at the back the shop. No one would dare to bother me here, I was in a public area, and not even Amyranth would want to risk such exposure. I tried to calm myself down, but I was shaking and hyperventilating, I was at the urge of breaking down and falling apart.

This was one of the hardest things that I have had to face, and I knew I couldn't do it.

Ciaran always said that I was powerful, and that Amyranth stood no chance against me. Yet, I highly doubted him now. There were few things that I doubted about Da now, after I found out his deepest secret, there were very few things that were left unsaid between us.

I stood up, ordered a hot tea, and then I sat back in my corner, until the tea finally kicked in. There were things that had happened in the last six years, that had completely changed me. I wasn't the Morgan that I used to be. I've spent most of the last five with Killian travelling the world, and ensuring that we stayed out of trouble. During that time I also built my relationship with Da, since after my last (almost) deadly encounter with Amyranth, Ciaran and I became close.

I knew his secret, and I was sure I could trust him. My brother of course though had no idea that I had any relationship with Da, and I'm wasn't about to tell him. Killian never learnt the truth about Ciaran because sometimes we forget about how we are related. We're half-siblings, and that is sometimes is a rather soft topic to touch.

I knew this day would come; I would have to break my promise to my brother. Killian and I made promises to each other – to never get ourselves killed and to never leave each other alone. When Amyranth came after me five years ago, I had been hospitalized for almost two months. I'd been unconscious for almost six weeks, and the only person that ever showed up to sit by my side was Killian.

He claimed that even though he barely knew me at this point I was still his sister, I could not die on him. I was his baby sister and all he had. Of course I felt the same way, I knew he had stayed there with me, and he was the only person left in my life that truly cared about me. This turned out to be the foundation of my relationship with my brother.

I was sure that I was about to break this promise, I could not let Amyranth go after Killian. They knew that all they needed to do was to use my own brother as "bait" and I would come running to my death.

I sat in the coffee house for quite a while, trying to come up with a plan but ended up with nothing.

I had no one to call.

I couldn't call Da, I couldn't risk everything he had worked for in his lifetime, the amount of good he had done to the world of witches because I was being hunted by Amyranth.

I couldn't involve the coven either, because Killian was bound to find out. All my contacts here in Edinburgh, were also Killian's contacts and they were out of the question. T

he only people I knew that could help me now were in London but they were all friends of Hunter's. I wasn't planning on talking to him any time soon, because I knew he didn't trust me and knew that if he saw me he would probably try to bind my powers. Hunter had thought that just because I was forming a relationship with Ciaran, I had become a full time member of Amyranth.

The relationship between Hunter and I had turned from complete love, passion and desire to utter hatred. I couldn't look at him in the eyes anymore, he had betrayed me, he should've trusted me, and known that I had chosen good.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sweep. Cate Tiernan and her publishers own the characters of Sweep/Wicca.