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I Feel You.

"Morgan, answer me right now! Have you any idea what…."
I was shaking when I turned to face him, my appearance instantly leaving him at a lack of words. The face that was normally so inscrutable, was now filled with confusion, concern and a tad of anger. I could only guess on what was going through this man's head right now.

Then our eyes met, those familiar almond shaped, light brown colored eyes, and my knees gave out from under me.
I was tired, my hair was clinging to my cheeks, my eyes were puffy and swollen. I must have looked ghastly, but at that moment I did not care. The only thing I wanted, or needed was help.

"Morgan what happened? Who has done this to you?" The question hung in the air for sometime as I struggled to get it out..

"It was Hunter....he…..he betrayed me with another." And the walls broke once more, more tears spilled out.

"Oh Morgan, my dear sweet Morgan" Ciaran spoke before quickly kneeling down beside me and pulling me close. I suddenly had a flashback to the time when I so easily had broken down right in front of him, that night when I had met him at the Methodist graveyard. That was the first time he truly had taken me in his arms, and pulled me against the rough tweed of his jacket. He had gently brushed my hair and whispered soothing words to me. And strangly enough it had helpt.
"Tell me everything. Let me help you" His warm breathe, how welcome were those comforting arms of Ciaran around me back then? And I realised, as I took hold of him now, that I needed them just as much this moment as I had back then.

"The International Council of Witches had ordered Hunter to go to Canada, to do some investigation on a witch called had to find out of she was doing things that the Council did not approave of. It turned out she did not, and..and..and Hunter kissed her. He even liked it, knowing fully well that I was back home waiting for him to return...." I broke down yet another time.

"Come, I'll take you home Morgan" Ciaran was ready to pick me up, when his sudden words of 'home' struck a sudden fear inside my heart.

"NO!" Beside me Ciaran froze, and eyed me suspiciously for a moment.
"Please, not now. Not tonight, I can't…" I didn't know how to tell him, I wasn't even sure what I meant. I just feared the reaction of my parents and little sister.
A little tensed I watched as Ciaran seemed to be thinking this over.
Somewhere inside me my mind was screaming, it was trying to reason with me that going home was way better then going home with Ciaran.
Oh Goddess this man could easily…

"Fine, but then you're coming home with me. I'm not leaving you on your own now"
"No time for questions now, I want you to close your eyes and not to open them for I tell you to" I did as he said. I closed my eyes and held on to him. Ciaran muttered a few words I hadn't heard before, but could feel they contained power, and before I knew it there was wind all over. When I was allowed to open my eyes again the wind was gone, and we were standing in front of a tiny house which looked slightly familair. He managed to open the door without his hands, set me down on the nearest chair and threw me a blanket. I watched as Ciaran disappeared into another room, leaving me alone on the living room couch. And my memories traveled back to Hunter and…Justine, as he had called her. Sweet, intelligent, beautiful Justine Courceau. I felt my heart broke but yet again. Oh Goddess, will I ever get over this heartache?

Somewhere in the background I heard water running, and a kettle being put on the fire. A cupboard slammed shut and the clacking noise of bottle hitting each other was heard.
It took me sometime to notice I was back in the house I had visited a few weeks ago, when I found Sky Eventide, Hunters cousin, drunk, with Killian McEwan, Ciaran's youngest son. They were behaving shamelessly at the time. You see Raven Meltzer and Sky Eventide had been in a relationship, but they broken up with each other thanks to Killian. Apparently Raven liked Killian and Sky was jealous. Well, at that time The Council had thought it a great idea to put a watch sigil on Ciaran, so they would know where he was and what he was doing all the time. Anyways the Council had figured I could plant that watch Sigil on Ciaran, seeing as he apparently held a small weakness for me. So through Killian I had to become closer to Ciaran, so he would start to trust me. To my surpirse the plan even worked, and I was able to put a watch sigil on him. It appeared to be the most prefect tool with which they finally had been able to catch him.
Before he escaped again.....
Yes, a great IDEA!!
But then again hadn't The Council come up with more great ideas? I was beginning to hate this Council more and more every minute. They cost me Hunter and my heart.

"Morgan?" I was brought back to reality by the sound of that full timbre of his.
I noticed he was carrying a couple of tiny bottles, which he now placed on the coffee table in front of me.

He shot me a compassionate look, telling me silently he knew very well what I was going through. Of course He had been there with my Mother, only in slightly different circumstances. He then pulled out a bowl out of now where and went to work. There were five tiny bottles from which he each took three tablespoons. Back in what appeared to be the kitchen the kettle had started to ask for attention, and Ciaran asked me if I could go and get it. At the same time he threw the five herbs and spices inside the large bowl and offered me the job of pouring the boiling water over it. Almost instantly I could smell the strong scent of different herbs come floating to me from across the room. Taking the kettle out of my hands, he waited once again for me to get settled on the couch, before pulling out a chair in front of me, for himself.

After fifteen minutes he suddenly pulled out a teapot and a sieve and put it next to the bowl on the table. Then he poured the liquid into it, carefully separated the water from the rest of the herbs and threw the rest away. Placing two cups on the table he carefully poured one of the both of us.

"Here drink this, it'll make you feel better" He pushed one of the cups towards me and took the other in his own hands. I guess he saw me eyeing the cup suspiciously because he said: "I'm not trying to poison you if you're thinking that." As to show me he wasn't he took a zip from the cup he was holding and swallowed it. "Perfectly Fine"
I could feel my cheeks heat up, and hoped to God, Ciaran did not notice my embarrassment, and for I indeed had been questioning myself with the slightest possibility he was trying to poison me. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and took in the scent. A few seconds later I tried to clear my head and whispered to it "Show me your secrets"

All this time, Ciaran was watching me, intrigued on what the out come would be. I was shocked when I opened my eyes, to find him so perfectly still and fixed on me that I wasn't sure what to do or say next. "Tell me, what did you find out?" Ciaran leaned closer, placing both his elbows on his knees and his hands just below his face in the shape of a temple.

"Mhh let me check" I took another sniff before answering him, wanting to be quite sure before I told him. "I smell Lime, Chamomile, bit of Passion flower, Orange and I believe Siberian ginseng root" As I spoke my finding I watched Ciaran's reaction, but found out he hadn't moved. It was like he was somewhere else, lost in his own thoughts and memories. After a few more zips I carefully placed the cup back on the table, finally drawing Ciaran out of his own world.

"Perfect, but it was Orange peel, instead of just Orange. Orange peel is a tad bitter then Orange, but at the same time they both only provide the flavour inside this cup of tea. I draw it mostly when I need to calm down a bit, or in this case you need to calm down.

Come to think of it, I did feel calm. I hadn't felt this came in months, and certainly not within three feet of my father. Somehow that thought should have alarmed me but it did not. No, I felt right at home as I refilled my cup and drank some more. I don't know when I fell asleep but I eventually did right there on the couch. If my father had any intention of killing me, right now would be the perfect time…