*Author's Note~ ready to find out who it is?



"I'm not going to like this am I?" I tilted my head back onto the passenger seat.

"No, love, you won't. You have to trust me when I say that I don't like it either." Hunter added the last part in desperation.

I stared into his eyes. He was acting weird. His eyes tore away from mine and sought the safety of the floor. Why couldn't he look at me for more than thirty seconds? My heart pounded. What did he have to hide? "Hunter, look at me." His huge puppy eyes melted into mine. "Why aren't you telling me who it is, Hunter?"

Hunter took a deep breath, "Just remember that I did not ask for this or expect it, Morgan. Most importantly remember that I love YOU."

"Hunter, I love you too. Go ahead and tell me." I didn't know if I had any persuasion skills. This would let me know if I did.

"Fine. It's Justine Courceau." He choked out the name reluctantly.

"Who?" The name sounded somewhat familiar. I couldn't remember her though. Why would a person I don't remember be after me?

"The woman I had to investigate in Quebec, Canada. The one I." he stopped talking and turned his gaze from me again.

"Kissed." I finished his sentence remembering my heartbreak. Now I knew why he didn't want to tell me. "Why? Why is she out to get me, Hunter?" I touched his soft face gently with my right hand.

His head lifted, level with mine. Hunter kept his words soft; "She wants you out of the picture Morgan. She wants you dead. I'm sorry! I've carelessly endangered you! Justine is crazy, she's pissed that I made her destroy her lists of true names."

"You didn't kiss her again, did you?" I let my hand slide from his cheek.

"No! Of course not!" he stared at me with worried eyes. I could sense his fear. He feared that I would break up with him.

I gave him a gentle kiss, "I'm not going to leave you Hunter. We are Muìrn Beatha Dàns. Nothing can separate us, Ever!"

Hunter pulled me closer to him, "I'm so glad to hear you say that."

"Where is she now?" I questioned.

"I don't know," he replied, "she got away."

"Shit!" I yelled under my breath.

"I have her true name though!" Hunter said gleefully.

"You do?"

"Yes. If I could only remember where I put that damned little sheet of paper. I had it memorized but it's been so long and I haven't had to use it." He scratched his head thoughtfully.

"Try to remember it Hunter." I encouraged.

For a few minutes he sat there silently in deep thought. When he got out of it he shook his head, "it's no use."

"Well. isn't there some kind of remembrance spell?" I pleaded for some kind of positive answer.

"I suppose there is."

"First we'll go back to your place. Look for the tiny sheet of paper. Then if all else fails we'll find a remembrance spell." I planned this strategically out loud.

Hunter smiled and kissed my cheek, "sounds good to me."

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Did you suspect it? I hope not. that was what I was aiming for. Well, I think the next chapter will go back to when Hunter actually talks to Justine.