Chapter 7: Revelations
I'm back! I'm done with The Great Santini and have moved onto To Kill a Mockingbird. Oh joy. My teacher wants to cram it in before school ends. Well, it's Memorial Day weekend (not to make anyone sound like an idiot, but in case non-American readers don't know what I'm talking about, it's when we honor all those who died in wars), so I've got more free time and can put off my homework for now ;). I've already started thinking ahead of new story ideas, but I'm not going to neglect this one or In the Stars. I originally thought of branching out a little and writing a Blood and Chocolate story. What do you think? I've also got another Sweep story in mind involving some dark magic. I might put that up soon. I already have the beginning and ending, but not the middle. So stay tuned in case either of these stories pops up on the database. I'm REALLY thankful to all those who reviewed- Samantha, Saz-646, Rhiannan Star, Dancing With Lightning, dolphingurl1, Giomanach-Sgath, Fir3 FairY, reesespieces88, MoOn-ChicK0304, the end has no end, ReaderChica, Witches Kat, emily, sunshine-faery, joey7691, anonymous, rose, castra, and Ryley Ada. Keep the reviews coming!
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Hunter's POV
I brought a duffel bag out to my new car and deposited it in the trunk. Morgan stood in the doorway of the building, her eyes fixed on me, but not seeing. Her mid was elsewhere. Probably with the startling news that I gave her yesterday. I slammed the door of the trunk and walked back to her. I tilted Morgan's face up to mine and looked deeply into her eyes. I cast my senses lightly and could tell that she was afraid for me. Morgan's eyes narrowed. "I hate when you do that," she snapped. I took a step back, surprised.
"What?" I questioned.
Morgan rubbed her eyes and sighed. "Sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me." Last night, she practically shoved me off the bed in her sleep, and this morning, Morgan yelled at me when I accidentally dropped a fork. "Maybe it's my peri-. Well, you know." I never knew when Morgan started her cycle, but she always seemed to be grumpy around this time of the month. It's not easy to deal with a female witch who was experiencing mood changes.
"Okay, I should be going now."
Morgan's eyes softened. "Just call me with any news- witch message or telephone. Even you just want to talk or are lonely, please call."
"I will," I promised. I kissed her quickly, got into the car, and started the engine. "I'll be back in three days," I called. "On Thursday." With one last wave and a witch message saying 'I love you,' I eased the car out of my parking spot and drove to the end of the block. The light was red, so I turned to look at Morgan. She was standing on the sidewalk now, looking very distant. What was going on with her?
Morgan's POV
I watched Hunter make a right at the end of the street and dashed back upstairs to my flat. I closed the door and leaned against it, slightly out of breath. I was worried for Hunter but was almost glad to see him go. I needed to do something. I walked into the bedroom, dug around in a dresser drawer, and pulled out a box. It was pretty small, and I put whatever secrets I had into it. I cast off the spells, and then I produced the key to the box from my pocket and unlocked it. I pulled out old failing test papers from high school and grasped the object at the bottom. I pulled out the pregnancy test and stared at it. I was so embarrassed to buy it that I went to the next town over to get it.
I was supposed to get my period a week ago, and I had never been this late. I though back to last week. Last Monday, I brought Hunter home from Wales. While in Wales, we had done it- twice. That explained everything. I kept feeling that my period was coming because I was in such a lousy mood. I had tried to search within my own body to find out, but it never worked, for some reason. I locked the box and redid the concealing spells.
I read the back of the box and walked into the bathroom. I was going to do the test.
Hunter's POV
I walked through the double doors of Waterford's New Charter headquarters and was immediately confused. Construction wasn't even through, yet it was open. I walked to the receptionist's and waited while she handled a phone call. "How may I help you?" the woman asked me.
"My name is Hunter Niall. I'm here for a meeting with Max Davis."
"Of course. Follow Jake," she said, pointing to a man standing to the right side of the desk.
I followed the man to an elevator, and we got on in silence. "Why are you open for business?" I asked. "Construction isn't over."
Jake smiled. "This is the nearest headquarters for many miles," he answered in a thick Irish brogue. "A lot of people have been calling up, wanting to come on down. So we opened early to accommodate them." As if to prove what he had just been saying, half a dozen people walked into the elevator on the fourth floor. They were all arguing with a New Charter official.
"Now, now," the official said. "No need to get into a huff. We will fix you flower gardens."
Jake and I got off on the sixth floor and made a left. "What was that all about?" I asked him.
Jake laughed heartily. "Those folks have been coming in all week. They want to sue a guy who sold them some seeds. Apparently, the seed packets were mislabeled, and instead of getting daisies, those folks got a good batch of poison ivy. Don't ask me why the seller was selling poison ivy." I laughed along with Jake. "Here we go," Jake said, stopping at a door at the end of the hall. "Mr. Davis is waiting for you."
"Thank you," I said, and stepped into the cool room. Max turned around n his chair to face me.
"Hello, Hunter. Please, have a seat," he said, motioning to an armchair across from the desk. I sat down and smiled.
"Nice office you've got here. Not too bad of a view."
"Thank you. Now, you know we're not here for idle chitchat. The others cannot make it today, but they will be here tomorrow. Now, have you told anyone else about Amyranth?"
"Yes," I said, raising my chin slightly. "My fiancé, Morgan."
"Oh, you two are engaged?" he asked, sounding bored. I knew Max didn't really care for Morgan, even though they had never met. It was just like the case with my dad at first. He didn't trust that she was Ciaran MacEwan's daughter. Like I had done with Da, I told him countless times that they had never been in league with each other. Max also didn't like when people got married. He felt spouses disrupted each other's work. That's why he had never gotten married.
"Yes," I said, ready to come to Morgan's defense. "We are soul mates, and we've known it for four years." Max winced. He hated it when people talked about love.
"You're a little young to get married, Giomanach," Max said, using my coven name. "However, I cannot stop you." Max leaned forward quickly. 'But there is something that I can stop. You know that Amyranth is trying to come together again. They don't want or need Ciaran. They have found someone else to lead them."
"Who?"
"Iona MacEwan. Morgan's half-sister."
Morgan's POV
I sat on the toilet seat, waiting for the results of the test to appear. I was so nervous, I had practically backed out. But no. I couldn't now. I held my breath as the results began to appear.
AN: Hope you liked it! I know that I said I would get to Morgan's pregnancy test two chapters from now, but I wanted to add it in here. I like switching POVs. Don't think I've ever done it before. Anyway, you know the routine. Review, review, review, review, review…