Morgan sipped her tea and rejoiced in the feeling of finally being complete: that was what it was like sat next to Dagan.  As if a part of herself had been lost and now finally found again.  I guess that is why they are called soulmates, thought Morgan.

"You know what?"  Dagan murmured into Morgan's ear.  An arm went around her and pulled her closer to Dagan's body.  Morgan shuffled her chair closer to his to stop herself from falling off.

"What?"  She whispered back.

"There was one point in time when I despaired of ever seeing you.  It was back when I was still in a coven.  Not many witches were interested in finding their soulmates, some didn't even believe they existed, others? Well, let us just say nobody was as avid about finding their soulmates as I was."

"You were in a coven?  What happened?"

"I never…  meshed well with them.  So I went solo, the rules for doing the magic are pretty much the same, only now I do magic how and when I want."  He paused and dunked a biscuit into his tea.  "My parents refused to let me leave home before I was 18, but I went on a lot of holidays and trips away.  Eventually I met other people who became my friends.  No witches though."  He added wirily.  "By the time I left home I was part of the gang, you met them all in the dining room.  Together we make our own rules and live a free life.  Like liberals of the Nightworld."

"Liberals huh?"

"Well, maybe not quite liberals.  We..."

What they were Morgan never quite found out at the moment, because just then the door to the kitchen burst open and Bren came dashing in.  Her long black hair flowed behind her like wings and folded to her body as she stopped in front of Dagan.

"A black car approaches up the driveway, can't see through the windows but it appears weighed down."

"Right," Dagan said promptly getting up from his seat, Morgan standing behind him, uncertain yet unafraid. "We will be in the hallway, you get the team into their places.  Judge them, but do not condemn, they may just be inviting us to a party."

Bren smiled as if it was a joke; she then raced out of the doors just as quickly as she had arrived.  Dagan turned towards Morgan and took her hand.  Morgan instantly felt better, it brought her closer to his body and Morgan calmed down as the feeling of connection and peace ran through her body.  "Come on, probably nothing to worry about, we just like feel to be safe in our homes."

Morgan followed him down the hallway again, this time in a different direction.  The house didn't seem as dawning now that Dagan was there, she felt safe in fact.  As if nothing could harm her, she had more of a feeling of belonging, here in this house with Dagan, than she had ever had anywhere else in her life.  She wanted the moment to last forever.

Dagan led her through the hallways then pushed two doors open to see a huge entrance hall.  A chandelier hung from a massive encircled ceiling, the steps were circular and led down to a marble floor where chairs were arranged almost artistically.  Huge windows showed a marvellous view of a stone drive and elegant gardens.  It looked like it was situated in the middle of nowhere.

Just as Morgan was gazing out of the windows she noticed a black car pull into the drive, a sense of fate had caught up with Morgan again and she waited with Dagan by her side as the doors to the black car opened.  As soon as they had, she felt tenseness go through Dagan's body and fear entered her own mind.  A door opened to the right of the huge entrance hall, Morgan heard the sound of it closing echo throughout the hall. Morgan looked past Dagan and saw Bambi come in looking very alarmed.

"Dagan, it's Thierry."