A/N Thank you reviewers! You have give me the encouragement I need to
write.
(One of my reviewers has commented that I draw things out over the chapters, and I have to agree with her! There is a simple solution, and that is that I will no longer start a new chapter when I switch POV's, but instead I will expand my chapters and change POV's in the middles. It's only a small change, but it means I will update less regularly but that chapters will be longer!)
Morgan's POV:-
"Hunter?" I looked at him carefully. "What's wrong? What did Killian tell you?" Hunter was frowning and he opened his mouth to tell me and then saw the icy stares that my family were giving him. *I'll tell you later* I nodded.
"Who was that?" Crap. I turned towards my parents slowly, dreading their reaction. Mom's eyes were narrowed and Mary K. looked like she was about to cry.
"It was... my brother." I cringed as my family absorbed this information, expecting an outburst. It didn't come.
"Phone him back." I hung my head and felt Hunter running his hand through my hair.
"I can't." I choked. Mom looked like she wanted to strike me and I shrank into Hunter, sobbing. What was going on?
"What's his name?" Mary K. asked timidly. I smiled at her and Hunter replied for me.
"Killian." Sensing that Mary K. wanted to hear more I lifted my head and met her eyes. They were lined with tears and I could sense that she was worried. Worried that I preferred Killian to her because he was my brother by blood.
"He's... charismatic. Very confident. A real party guy but he's very caring. He can be a little reckless though." Hunter laughed.
"A little?" He had a point. I thought of the time he had taught me weather Magick, the times he had been drunk, the time when he used the hawks true name. I sighed.
"Okay, a lot then." Mom and dad didn't laugh. Mary K. let out a nervous giggle, but silenced herself at a glare from mom.
"Phone him back and invite him over." I blinked at mom. "Invite him and any other family members you might have that are lurking out there." I shook my head. "Well at least invite him and your father," she said with a sigh.
"I'll try." It wasn't a promise but it seemed to please mom a little. She nodded stiffly and got up. She left the room and dad followed, looking at me as if he wanted to apologise for how harsh mom had been. Mary K. looked between us and then hugged each of us un turn before going upstairs.
"What did Killian say?" Hunter rubbed his hand over his chin like he does when he's thinking and I grinned.
"He said that we're in danger." What? He hadn't mentioned that to me. "He wouldn't tell me who from or how he knew, he just said that we're in danger."
"If Killian thinks we're in danger then it's serious." He nodded.
"Exactly." I bit my lip. Who were we in danger from? Ciaran didn't have his powers anymore. Who else could it be?
"I'd better phone Ciaran." I picked up the phone and fished about for the piece of paper Killian had given me the previous night. "Hang on, the number's upstairs." I ran upstairs and searched my room frantically until I found it.
When I went back downstairs, Hunter was pacing the kitchen and I grabbed the phone. To my surprise, Hunter caught my wrist and held it.
"No. Use the phone at my house." I looked at him blankly. "So your parents don't see that you made a long distance call and then dial the number to find out who you were calling." Good idea.
We grabbed our coats and climbed into his car.
***
When we arrived at Hunter's, I could sense that Sky was home. As we walked into the kitchen, she stood up, grinned at us and left. Wordlessly, Hunter handed me the phone and I dialled the number on the slip of paper.
I shivered in anticipation as the phone rang and rang until, at last, it was picked up. "Hello?" I didn't recognise the voice.
"Hello. It's Morgan Rowlands speaking. Could I speak to Ciaran MacEwan please?" I tapped my fingers as I waited.
"Morgan?" His voice sounded husky and he was breathing quickly.
"Ciaran. You wanted me to call?"
"Yes daughter. I presume Killian told you." I nodded stupidly even though he couldn't see it. "Good. I wanted to talk to you." He paused. "Happy birthday for yesterday. Did you get my present yet?"
"No. Not yet." My answer was clipped and emotionless.
"Well you'll get it soon, I hope." Was that it? He wanted to wish me a Happy Birthday? I suspected there was something else.
"There's something else." Ah hah! I thought triumphantly. I knew it! "I want to warn you about something... someone." I sat up a little straighter.
"What?"
"There is someone who wants to harm you and I can do nothing to stop them. I am powerless." Sure you are.
"Really now, and you know this because...." I flicked a glance at Hunter.
"That hurts daughter but I will forgive you. You have betrayed me for your seeker boyfriend on many occasions..."
"Actually, he's not a seeker any more. He's helping with the new charter. And besides, he's not my boyfriend."
"Oh, sorry."
"You should be. He's not my boyfriend, he's my fiancé. We're getting married." Hunter was watching me with interest and I smiled at him.
"Congratulations." He seemed to have brightened since I told him that Hunter wasn't a seeker any more, but I still sensed that he disapproved. I wondered if he had felt the spell and decided to ask him.
"Did you feel the spell last night? A few people did."
"I was wondering what that was. That was strong Magick. I saw your mother." I held my breath. "She was so beautiful." I snorted.
"Yeah, until you killed her." I spat. There was silence and I wondered if he was going to hang up. Eventually, he replied.
"You don't understand daughter," He said slowly. "You would have done the same." Would I? I tried to imagine killing Hunter in that way, but I couldn't.
"Would I now?" I said coldly. "I have to go. Thanks for the present. Bye." I slammed the phone out and sank into Hunter's arms, weeping.
We stayed that way for a long time until I prised myself away. He got up and put the kettle on before sitting down again.
"Want anything to eat?" I shook my head. Suddenly, I leapt up and ran to the bathroom. As I knelt down beside the toilet, I retched and threw up my breakfast. My stomach was heaving and I felt awful. Hunter stayed beside me as I threw up again and then shakily got to my feet.
Hunter scooped me up and carried me upstairs, where he laid me down on his bed. He fetched a damp cloth and ran it over my neck and cleaned me up. When he was finished, he lay down beside me, his strong arms surrounding me.
"Tell me what Ciaran said." Everything he had said poured out of my mouth and Hunter waited in silence, stroking my hair until I was finished.
"Hmmm. He and Killian gave similar warnings. I don't think it's Ciaran. I shook my head.
"He wouldn't warn us if it was him and anyway, there was something about the way he spoke about it. Like he genuinely wanted to warn me, to keep me from danger."
"He's your father." I sighed. "Speaking of father's, mine is flying over tomorrow. Will you come to pick him up at the airport with me? I want us to tell him together." I nodded.
"His flight gets in at three-ish. How about I pick you up at two and we can spend some time together? That sound okay?"
"Sounds good," I said nuzzling against him. All of a sudden, I felt sick again and I rushed to the bathroom before I vomited.
A/N Please review!
(One of my reviewers has commented that I draw things out over the chapters, and I have to agree with her! There is a simple solution, and that is that I will no longer start a new chapter when I switch POV's, but instead I will expand my chapters and change POV's in the middles. It's only a small change, but it means I will update less regularly but that chapters will be longer!)
Morgan's POV:-
"Hunter?" I looked at him carefully. "What's wrong? What did Killian tell you?" Hunter was frowning and he opened his mouth to tell me and then saw the icy stares that my family were giving him. *I'll tell you later* I nodded.
"Who was that?" Crap. I turned towards my parents slowly, dreading their reaction. Mom's eyes were narrowed and Mary K. looked like she was about to cry.
"It was... my brother." I cringed as my family absorbed this information, expecting an outburst. It didn't come.
"Phone him back." I hung my head and felt Hunter running his hand through my hair.
"I can't." I choked. Mom looked like she wanted to strike me and I shrank into Hunter, sobbing. What was going on?
"What's his name?" Mary K. asked timidly. I smiled at her and Hunter replied for me.
"Killian." Sensing that Mary K. wanted to hear more I lifted my head and met her eyes. They were lined with tears and I could sense that she was worried. Worried that I preferred Killian to her because he was my brother by blood.
"He's... charismatic. Very confident. A real party guy but he's very caring. He can be a little reckless though." Hunter laughed.
"A little?" He had a point. I thought of the time he had taught me weather Magick, the times he had been drunk, the time when he used the hawks true name. I sighed.
"Okay, a lot then." Mom and dad didn't laugh. Mary K. let out a nervous giggle, but silenced herself at a glare from mom.
"Phone him back and invite him over." I blinked at mom. "Invite him and any other family members you might have that are lurking out there." I shook my head. "Well at least invite him and your father," she said with a sigh.
"I'll try." It wasn't a promise but it seemed to please mom a little. She nodded stiffly and got up. She left the room and dad followed, looking at me as if he wanted to apologise for how harsh mom had been. Mary K. looked between us and then hugged each of us un turn before going upstairs.
"What did Killian say?" Hunter rubbed his hand over his chin like he does when he's thinking and I grinned.
"He said that we're in danger." What? He hadn't mentioned that to me. "He wouldn't tell me who from or how he knew, he just said that we're in danger."
"If Killian thinks we're in danger then it's serious." He nodded.
"Exactly." I bit my lip. Who were we in danger from? Ciaran didn't have his powers anymore. Who else could it be?
"I'd better phone Ciaran." I picked up the phone and fished about for the piece of paper Killian had given me the previous night. "Hang on, the number's upstairs." I ran upstairs and searched my room frantically until I found it.
When I went back downstairs, Hunter was pacing the kitchen and I grabbed the phone. To my surprise, Hunter caught my wrist and held it.
"No. Use the phone at my house." I looked at him blankly. "So your parents don't see that you made a long distance call and then dial the number to find out who you were calling." Good idea.
We grabbed our coats and climbed into his car.
***
When we arrived at Hunter's, I could sense that Sky was home. As we walked into the kitchen, she stood up, grinned at us and left. Wordlessly, Hunter handed me the phone and I dialled the number on the slip of paper.
I shivered in anticipation as the phone rang and rang until, at last, it was picked up. "Hello?" I didn't recognise the voice.
"Hello. It's Morgan Rowlands speaking. Could I speak to Ciaran MacEwan please?" I tapped my fingers as I waited.
"Morgan?" His voice sounded husky and he was breathing quickly.
"Ciaran. You wanted me to call?"
"Yes daughter. I presume Killian told you." I nodded stupidly even though he couldn't see it. "Good. I wanted to talk to you." He paused. "Happy birthday for yesterday. Did you get my present yet?"
"No. Not yet." My answer was clipped and emotionless.
"Well you'll get it soon, I hope." Was that it? He wanted to wish me a Happy Birthday? I suspected there was something else.
"There's something else." Ah hah! I thought triumphantly. I knew it! "I want to warn you about something... someone." I sat up a little straighter.
"What?"
"There is someone who wants to harm you and I can do nothing to stop them. I am powerless." Sure you are.
"Really now, and you know this because...." I flicked a glance at Hunter.
"That hurts daughter but I will forgive you. You have betrayed me for your seeker boyfriend on many occasions..."
"Actually, he's not a seeker any more. He's helping with the new charter. And besides, he's not my boyfriend."
"Oh, sorry."
"You should be. He's not my boyfriend, he's my fiancé. We're getting married." Hunter was watching me with interest and I smiled at him.
"Congratulations." He seemed to have brightened since I told him that Hunter wasn't a seeker any more, but I still sensed that he disapproved. I wondered if he had felt the spell and decided to ask him.
"Did you feel the spell last night? A few people did."
"I was wondering what that was. That was strong Magick. I saw your mother." I held my breath. "She was so beautiful." I snorted.
"Yeah, until you killed her." I spat. There was silence and I wondered if he was going to hang up. Eventually, he replied.
"You don't understand daughter," He said slowly. "You would have done the same." Would I? I tried to imagine killing Hunter in that way, but I couldn't.
"Would I now?" I said coldly. "I have to go. Thanks for the present. Bye." I slammed the phone out and sank into Hunter's arms, weeping.
We stayed that way for a long time until I prised myself away. He got up and put the kettle on before sitting down again.
"Want anything to eat?" I shook my head. Suddenly, I leapt up and ran to the bathroom. As I knelt down beside the toilet, I retched and threw up my breakfast. My stomach was heaving and I felt awful. Hunter stayed beside me as I threw up again and then shakily got to my feet.
Hunter scooped me up and carried me upstairs, where he laid me down on his bed. He fetched a damp cloth and ran it over my neck and cleaned me up. When he was finished, he lay down beside me, his strong arms surrounding me.
"Tell me what Ciaran said." Everything he had said poured out of my mouth and Hunter waited in silence, stroking my hair until I was finished.
"Hmmm. He and Killian gave similar warnings. I don't think it's Ciaran. I shook my head.
"He wouldn't warn us if it was him and anyway, there was something about the way he spoke about it. Like he genuinely wanted to warn me, to keep me from danger."
"He's your father." I sighed. "Speaking of father's, mine is flying over tomorrow. Will you come to pick him up at the airport with me? I want us to tell him together." I nodded.
"His flight gets in at three-ish. How about I pick you up at two and we can spend some time together? That sound okay?"
"Sounds good," I said nuzzling against him. All of a sudden, I felt sick again and I rushed to the bathroom before I vomited.
A/N Please review!