Morgan's POV.
I'm not sure how long I was out, but It had to be hours, since the sun was beginning to rise, shinning in through the dusty drapes on the window. Groggily, sat up and rubbed my eyes to get a clear look at my surroundings. The room was small, with grey walls and stiff white carpet. A small blue armchair sat in the corner, a creepy looking raggedy Ann doll positioned on it, it's face towards the bed. Towards me. Swinging my legs over the side of the wrought iron bed, I shakily rose to my feet and, ignoring the pounding headache at my temples, slowly walked towards the door. I tested the knob. Locked. I had suspected as much. Suddenly, memory of the night before came flooding back. Cal. Cal had kidnapped me from my bed. Anger thrummed through me and I clenched my fists, cursing myself for the amount of wine I had consumed at Angel and Sky's engagement celebration. I should have remembered that alcohol clouded one's judgement.
Dropping to me knees, I bent over, the contents of my stomach spewing onto the carpet. I hadn't been this hung over in a long time. Not to mention the fact that Cal had used some sort of drug to render me unconscious. Chloroform I think it was.
The next thought that came to me was: Where am I? With my knuckles pressed to my forehead, I made my way towards the window and pushed aside the drapes. I peered out on the light tinged street. It was one I didn't recognise.
The sound of a key scratching in the lock, broke the eerie silence and behind me, the door swung open. Without turning around I said "Hello Cal."
Cal's POV
I smiled at Morgan's form outlined in the early morning light. "Good morning, love."
Slowly, she turned towards me, he long wavy hair tousled from sleep. She was beautiful. She was furious, anger was radiating off of her with an amazing strength.
"Are you not happy to see me?"
Morgan leaned back against the window sill. "You know I'm not. I warned you, Cal, to stay away from Hunter and I."
I stepped foreword, over the spew on the carpet, and backed her against the window sill. "I know you want me, Morgan. Can you honestly tell me that you missed this?" Before she could reply, I pressed my mouth against hers, my tongue plunging into the sweet cavern of her mouth. Then I pulled back. "Why do you deny what is meant to be? We are Murin Beatha Dan, Morgan"
Morgan's eyes blazed with fury and she shoved me back. "Don't ever touch me again."
I smiled again, sardonically. "Don't worry, love. Soon you will be begging for this." Then I spun on my heel and strolled out of the room.
Morgan's POV
One day Cal was seriously going to pay for this…I tried to send a witch message to Hunter and after ten mintues of nothing but migranes, I finally accepted that Cal had thought to block my powers.
I should have let Hunter kill him.