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Prompt #68 – Separation

Jez shot a glance to the backseat. Claire still seemed catatonic, her eyes darting about. Jez could hardly guess what was going through her mind. "Are you feeling alright?" she asked her cousin. Claire nodded, looking paler than usual. Jez exchanged a glance with Hugh.

"Circle Daybreak will keep you as safe as possible. You're our first priority, Claire. I promise."

"I told you it's not me."

"Who else, Claire? The prophecy said one of the Wild Powers must be human, and Grandma Harman said that one had to be manifesting in this area."

"It could be Hugh."

Jez sighed as she pulled the car out of the parking space.

"At least you don't have to go see Morgead, right?" Hugh said, squeezing her arm.

Oh, goddess. Morgead. Jez felt her stomach sink and twist simultaneously. She wouldn't be able to see Morgead again. She realised then how much she'd been counting on it. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel, and she forced herself to keep a straight face whilst her heart tore in two.

Morgead. For goodness' sake. All this time, and it had been him. All along, it was him. She felt her love for him like stakes twisting in her flesh and tearing away what had been almost dragged away from her and given completely to Morgead.

She didn't want to love him.

But more than anything, though it was the most selfish thing she could possibly imagine, she didn't want to be apart from him.