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I woke up the next morning, not to the sound of my melodious alarm clock, but to Grania's, my father's wife, screeching. She was shouting at the top of her lungs at, from what I could tell, my father. I groggily dragged myself down the stairs, somehow without falling, and walked to the island located in the center of our kitchen. The banshee was still screaming and shouting, so in my still dazed state, I hurled her across the room with some strong wind. She landed with a thump against it and slid slowly down. It wasn't that hard but she was a melodramatic little thing. She'd lay there her whole life just to see if I would be reprimanded. I never quite liked her, although it didn't matter to her, since she didn't like me either.

"Morning, Father. Grania." I murmured, nodding in both directions, while taking a sip from my diet coke which faithfully waited for me every morning on the island. I only had two left. 'Need to go shopping soon.'

"Morgan." My father replied nodding back. "I have some business to discuss with you." Grania dejectedly picked herself off the floor. She wasn't going to get any attention and she knew better than to be around when my father had 'matters' to discuss with me. When Grania had left the room, 'Thank goddess,' I let out a sigh and slouched towards the island. She always complained about my lack of posture. I couldn't care less.

"What's wrong now?" I asked, knowing my father only spoke to me this early when 'important matters were at hand.'

"Where were you last night?" I shot up and my back went straight. 'Shit.' Knowing I was caught, I slouched back down and answered the question.

"I don't remember doing anything wrong." I said, hesitantly but truthfully. It wasn't a lie but that was only because I couldn't remember anything. As if reading my thoughts, he spoke again.

"Just because you don't remember, doesn't mean nothing happened." His voice was quite calm but he couldn't fool me. He was chocking his coffee mug within an inch of its life. "If you were wondering why you were woken up by that incessant sound, I mean, by Grania, it was because she just received a call from your fiancé's family this morning." He paused and took a deep breath. 'Oh, shit. I'm in trouble.' "Apparently, you weren't the only one to go out last night," 'Oh, goddess what did I do? I wish I remembered. That's it! No more drinking for me… yeah, that'll last' "it seems that Diarmuid, your fiancé, and some friends saw you at 'Hallow Darkness' last night in a very compromising position with, not one, but TWO men. Now, I hoped it was a misunderstanding, but, alas, his family seemed adamant on breaking the engagement. They remarked that they didn't want such an 'independent' and 'fickle' child to be wed into their family." 'Ooohh, now I remember smile... wait… SHIT!' I tried to run from the room knowing my father's wrath but when I was nearing the doorway, I came face to face with the oak door. I turned around and looked at my father.

To anyone else, he would look like he was calm and rationally thinking. I was not anyone else. I could see him struggle to control his breathing and I noticed that little vein on his temple pulsing. 'Yup, I'm screwed.' Knowing better, I made my way back to my previous spot and waited for my father to continue.

"You're probably wondering why Grania cared so much about your recent loss in status." 'Not really.' "You see, she wanted you out of this house and her life. Now being your father, I wouldn't want you to just be married off. You're my little girl and I love you… but what you seem to have forgotten is that I NEEDED THAT COVEN!" He shouted the last part and I flinched when his fist met the marble counter of the island. He controlled his breathing and spoke again more calmly than before. "Now, I have found someone that I need you to work your well-known 'charms' on, but he will be quite a challenge." He walked over to where I was and relinquished the poor coffee mug that he had nearly broken.

"Who?" I replied, intrigued. I never passed up a challenge; my father knew that trait in me well, considering he had it too.

"A seeker named Hunter Niall." My ears perked up at the name; it sounded quite familiar.

"Niall? Where have I heard that before?"

"Daniel Niall is Cal Blair's father. He had spent a few years with Selene but left when he found out Fiona was pregnant. Currently, Hunter is on assignment in Widow's Vale watching over Cal and Selene. I want you to… 'charm' him to our side." He placed a hand on my shoulder and displayed a proud smile. I smirked. He knew I would take the challenge. 'This could be fun.'