Chapter 2 - A New Home (Morgan's POV)

He gave me a broad grin, with his usual easygoing nature. "Hiya, sis!" He said, and merely nodded at Ciaran. I had a notion that he wasn't too happy to see Ciaran here, as they weren't very close. Ciaran not taking care of him and his siblings, and abandoning his wife.

We stepped into the apartment, and the door slammed shut behind us. "Whatcha doin' here?" Killian asked. There was a long silence. Ciaran gave him a look, and said, "Morgan, would you leave us alone for a moment?" I nodded and sat on a worn-out sofa, curious about what they were going to discuss. I wondered whether I should do a spell that would enhance my hearing, then decided against it. If I wanted to gain their trust, this was the wrong way to do it.

Killian's apartment was small, with only two bedrooms - a master bedroom and a smaller room, one toilet, and a kitchen. A mahogany table, and two chairs sat in the corner, while the rest of the room was dominated with a shabby sofa. I puzzled over the fact that he had enough money to own this, though small, it had all the necessities. It had never occurred to me that he would actually need a job, as when I usually saw him he would be having fun, no matter whether he was in a bar, or showing my friends and I magic in the power sink.

Suddenly, a wave of emotions struck me. I was now conscious of the fact that I was here with Ciaran, and extremely powerful witch, capable of overpowering me easily, the most 'evil witch' in the century and Killian, though not as powerful, still under the influence of Ciaran. As much as I liked Killian, I knew I had to be on my watch, though I doubted that he would do anything to hurt me.

The following wave of emotions was a longing to be with Hunter. To be wrapped in his arms, to kiss him, and see his face again. I remembered his eyes, so green and beautiful, full of love - for me. The golden blond hair of his, that looked like a halo. The love we had for each other, and how we could just be happy by being with each other. He was my mùirn beatha dàn, my soul mate. I wished he was here.

I wondered what he would say about this. I knew he wouldn't understand my choice, my heirdom, that I was meant to be this. Being born with such a dark heritage didn't give me much of a choice on which side I would be on. I just wished that he could be with me, but I knew that he would have no place here. He was the angel, and I a princess, of darkness. I couldn't bear bring him down like this. I knew that my decision would break his heart, but what could I do? I imagined the pain on his face when he understood what I had chosen. We would be enemies forever, him on the side of the light, and me, servant of the never-ending darkness.

Lost in my thoughts, I jumped when Killian said into my ear, "Hey, little sis! Da's gone now, and he told me that you'll be staying for a while." I turned around, just in time to see the door creak shut. He led me to a small room, with a small bed, and a scruffy cabinet next to it. "That's all I can spare for now." he said, apologetically "I wasn't really expecting visitors."

I nodded, smiling as I sat down on the lumpy bed. Instantly rewarded with an image of Hunter and I on the bed together... I blushed. Why did I think of that? "Thanks, for letting me stay here"

"No prob! Anytime sis!" he said cheerfully. "So what are we going to do tonight? Tell you what, lets go to a few bars! You gotta meet some of my friends tonight! Imagine what they'll look like when they see you!"

I grinned. "Sure!" I wasn't surprised that this was on his schedule. Staying with Killian was going to be great.