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Goddess, he hadn't changed a bit. I was too blinded by shock and anger when I saw Calhoun Blaire back in Widowsvale, to truly see him. He still had the same tousled dark hark, still had his olive skin and golden eyes. Nothing about him had changed at all. I wasn't sure how much that should concern me.

Now though he had my full attention. Swinging loosely in his right hand was Maeve's Athame, Belwicket's Athame, and my athame by right. I bound it to me all those years ago, much to his mother's disappointment. Yes, it neutralised it's effectiveness to others, but the fact he held it in his hand was enough to send a wave of fear through me.

How did he get in here without me noticing! Oh Goddess. I presumed no once else realised his presence by the stillness around us. Did I shout for Hunter? Did I attack? How long had he been here? Had be got in before? Why hadn't I sensed this?

"Hello love. Miss me?". His voice was smooth, like caramel, and it unhinged my icy resolve, putting me on edge, where once it had soothed me.

"Sgath". My voice was stilted, and the door closed behind me. Magick. "What are you doing here? How are you here?"

"I am son to Selene Belltower love," he laughed, as if I could forget "I am as much a prodigy and a legend as you are. You have grown far to arrogant under your fathers guidance"

He didn't seemed threatened at all. He was calm and confident.

"Your dead Cal." When in doubt, state the obvious.

"What is death Morgan, really? How do we define it? We aren't mere mortals, we are blood witches" His tone was filled with superiority as he moved to lounge in one of the two matching chairs at the foot of my bed, his frame surprisingly lithe considering the muscles I knew were there. "I am not here to hurt you yet love. You can relax. What I wish for is a little chat. Humour me."

I ignored him, trying to remain as calm as Cal appeared. I couldn't let him see the panic that threatened to overwhelm me. Maybe I had been too arrogant. I must have been. The proof was in the fact he was sat before me, in my home, with my athame, undetected by three blood witches. I had under-estimated him greatly, that much was obvious. I had always under-estimated Cal. I hoped it wasn't going to be a case of one time to many….

"Give me the athame," I demanded, voice thick. I was truly unprepared for this. I had expected a few clothes out of place at the worst, another one of Mary K's attempts to steal my wardrobe. To see Cal had thrown me completely. He sure was spry for a corpse…

"I always knew you were destined for greatness Morgan. If I didn't have a power source of my own you could have easily destroyed me back in the suburbs. I know about Belwicket, just as you know I have Amyranth. We are symmetrical really you and I. Don't you find it strange, we both tried to kill Hunter for one? It's a shame we work for opposing sides." He halted briefly then, sensing the spell I had been trying to put over him "You can't stop me Morgan so don't try. Come sit a while"

"How do you know about Belwicket?"

Belwicket was my most guarded secret. I doubted even the council would leak such information. The only others that knew where those I trusted completely. Hunter and Sky themselves had only recently discovered that truth. They hadn't even brought it up, so I knew it wasn't them.

His voice cut into my reverie.

"Don't worry. Amyranth are unaware of your little deception. I have no plans to reveal Belwicket to them unless you give me reason"

"Give me the athame," I demanded again, standing tall letting my power flair slightly in hopes to assert myself. It was too late though. He had surprised me and he knew it. Cal had always been sure of himself. It was one of his traits I had most admired....

"I will in time. However if I give you your athame love, you are at an advantage. You can tap into Belwicket right now. Amyranth are unaware I am here, so I don't have the luxury. As I said, we are equal Morgan. Im not one to tip the scales."

"I know you are conjuring a Darkwave. I know you have Amyranths help." I said slowly, kohl-rimmed eyes narrowing, as I aimed for intimidating.

"You don't know as much as you profess. Why am I here? Why would we summon a Darkwave? How do I know about Belwicket? Why am I here without Amyranths knowledge" He cocked an eyebrow at me, his golden eyes softening a moment "Why I am here to help you?"

I froze. Wow. The shock factor was definitely in his hands.

"Don't look so shocked Morgan" his golden eyes met mine "I died to protect you from my mother, love. Do you really think I would endure that pain for nothing? I loved you, and you loved me once Morgan. You know I am my mother's creation but I am not truly evil. "

"You were the one who tried to burn me to death in the first place. You are the one who tried to kill me in Widowsvale. You are the one who spilt blood at the leylines and are summoning a Darkwave. I would say that is a product of evil if ever I saw one"

He looked almost pained then, and ran a finger through his hair.

"I detest Hunter Niall with a passion Morgan. Our father loved him and his mother more than myself and my own. He ruined my child hood. He stole the woman I loved; he tried to kill my mother and me. He has been the bane of my entire existence; you know that, you've seen it first hand. Don't think it odd Hunter accepted me into his coven – that was his, our, fathers begging and pleading on my 'return'. Instead ask yourself why I would want to be accepted into the coven of my enemy."

I wanted answers! Not questions to more questions. I had enough to deal with at the moment, and I could feel my sanity being pulled into question. There is only so much one person can grasp without snapping.

"If you don't get to the point you feel I am missing I will take that athame and inflict some serious bodily damage"

"If you want me to get the point so badly, why have you not done so already? Afraid of what I may reveal love?"

"Don't call me love," I ordered him. He had me there and he knew it. Part of me wanted to hear what he had to say, for reasons I couldn't understand myself. I was Morgan McEwan. I could to this. I gave myself an inner pep talk and let my mask slide into place. Da would be proud.

Cal's smirk diminished slightly as I casually slid into the chair opposite him, crossing my legs and meeting his gaze levelly.

"I am all ears Calhoun. As you are here, enlighten me then."

On the inside I was doing a little victory dance. Im pretty sure he hadn't heard the slight hitch in my voice and that I had just pulled off a very McEwan blasé.

"I would offer you refreshments but I don't want to be too hospitable. Would do nothing for my reputation if it emerged I was actually an inviting hostess."

He laughed then, a cold calculated laugh, " My sweet innocent church going Morgan Rowland's truly died with Matt and Thalia didn't she? Well, Morgan McEwan you are. You are the mirror of your father now." He laughed again. I kept my expression botox still. "Once that idea was abhorrent to you love. Have you truly played the part so long you've become it?"

His words hit me deep and he knew it. He had once been my truest confidant back when I was so naïve and blinded by love. And I truly had loved him, which was the kicker. Trouble is, loathe to admit it, he knew exactly how to get me. Because he knew me.

"I have embraced my heritage Sgath. I have no shame in that."

"Why do you trust your father, yet not trust me?" he asked suddenly, leaning forward in his seat and studying me intently.

"That is none of your concern"

"No. But its yours" He said, his voice suddenly urgent, his golden eyes on fire. His sudden change in demeanour hit me too, like you could feel the tense energy in the air, and I found myself leaning closer in to him, my voice laced with an urgency of its own.

"What to do you mean? Tell me what is going on here Cal. You say you died to save me, which on some levels I believe… if you don't tell me about this Darkwave I could die anyway."

"A Darkwave is not a threat to your life right now Morgan. It's Amyranth. It's always been Amyranth, you know that! Think!"

My eyes went wide "I don't understand, what am I missing? Why are you here? Is this a trap?"

"Goddess love." He seemed stressed now, impatient with me. "Think about it, come on. Amyranth have wanted your power for years! Im dead Morgan in some way, you know that. I don't know what I am. But I was resurrected with Dark magick. Im not 100% human. If I were I think my own life would be in danger. They want power Morgan!"

"But why, why now? Why resurrect you…."

"To get to you Morgan. You are the strongest witch this generation has ever seen! Your arrogant love, surely you can understand that. Deep down you know this. Look at what happened with Matt and Thalia. They were never meant to die!"

"What?" I gasped in shock, drawing back.

"Don't you see, that's why I'm here Morgan? You. It's always been about you. Amyranth spells crafters…."

"I know that, the council stripped their powers…"

"Yes, but they end result was to kill Hunter Niall and Sky Eventide. They are the only other witches aside from you, which have power enough. They have been trying to take down Amyranth for years"

"Cal. Please. I don't…"

"Morgan. That was their attempt to kill Hunter and Sky. Kill the threat. And in the process take your powers. If it had worked it would have been perfect"

His hand was clasping mine now. It felt oddly cold, his skin glimmering slightly. Yet I didn't pull away. Of all people, it was Cal who was making sense right now. I could already feel the tears prickling my eyes, and blinked them away hurriedly.

"I don't have much time love" he continued, his expression saddening. "It didn't work. We are both proof of that. So they are trying again Morgan! Don't you see, if they create a Darkwave in Widowsvale its obvious your going to band together with Niall and Eventide. All 3 targets together again. Its so predictable that is makes it so easy and you played right into their hands!"

I felt feint. Oh Goddess this was not happening to me. But I knew. Deep down I knew what he was telling me was right. This was all my fault. I had jumped through all their loops and played right into their hands…

"You wont be able to trace the Darkwave Morgan. You'll call on Belwicket. You will need their power to trace it, to defeat it… and by doing so your shoving them in the spotlight."

"But Amyranth don't know about them! You said so yourself…"

He ignored me "They're names, locations… it will be out there Morgan to those who know to look. Please, you have to understand I died for you Morgan. I died a happy man protecting you. You can't deny what you saw, that I did truly love you. I never wanted to be resurrected. I turned on everything I ever knew for you. And I would do it all again."

"Cal what are you saying!"

"By combating a Darkwave Amyranth have the 3 witches and the most dangerous rival within reach"

"Oh Goddess" I whispered, seeing it all flashing before my eyes. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute. I was terrified.

"A Darkwave isn't coming Morgan. It never was!. This whole thing is a set up! Amyranth are getting weaker, they got to greedy. They need your power, and while they're at it, why not take out the competition along the way and steal their power? You know they are capable of anything, and if they succeed … Amyranth will be unstoppable! Do you not see! This has been set in motion ever since you came here Morgan. They failed, and it drove you here regardless. They had you right where they want you. Under their leader. They had 3 years to figure out a plan of action. They summoned me from the dead, planted me with Hunter, you show up, bring them here, prepare for the Darkwave and hand Belwicket to them on a plate"

"No, that makes no sense." I protested uselessly, the tears falling. I knew deep down now what I hadn't wanted to see "It was my Da that sent me to Widowsvale to stop it! He's the only one that knows im High Priestess! He would have known if they summoned surely. I know his hold is slipping but still…"

"Morgan. Love. Your father has never lost hold of Amyranth. It was your father that summoned me from the dead. It was your father that gave me the power to escape. Why just take his daughters power, when he can take her covens? Don't you see Morgan?"

My breath was coming short now.

"It's been Ciaran McEwan the whole time."