I don't know what to do. She gives me all the signals, but won't go through with it. I love her desperately. I want her. I want her too much. When I see her all the blood drains from my head and I am incapable of rational thought. At least Sgath never had her either. The thought kills me to how close he came. If he were not dead, I would kill him. Giomanch

"Is this what you were talking about?!" Morgan screamed at Killan. "Is this the choice you said I would have?!"

Unperturbed, Killan said calmly, "Morgan calm down. Did you see Cal then?"

"See Cal?! How can you say it so rationally?! Did you bring him back from the dead?!" Morgan screamed, unpacified.

"Of course I didn't," Killan said, as if amused. "Dad did."

Morgan choked and sat down quickly, "You mean he's really alive?"

Killan nodded, "He wasn't really dead. He was in an in-between place. If he had been really dead, nobody could have brought him back. It was difficult as it was."

"I don't understand what you mean to gain by this," Morgan said quietly.

"Dad needs Cal," Killan shrugged. "Now let's party!!"

Morgan sighed and shook her head, "You'll never change."

"Admit it," Killan said slyly, "You wouldn't want me to change."

"You're right," Morgan said, laughing, "But don't let it go to your head."

"Too late," Killan said jovially.

"You said Da - Ciaran needs Cal, am I in this plan too," Morgan pretended not to really care about the answer.

"Sis, let's not talk any more about that. You'll know everything you need to know in time," Killan said. "Now I am serious. Let's go party!!"

"It's too late for that. I have to go to school tomorrow," Morgan reminded him.

"Fine," Killan resigned. "Where do I sleep?"

"You can sleep in the guest room," Morgan replied. "This way."

After she had gotten her brother tucked in for the night, she returned to her room and laid down. Unbidden the craving for physical touch and the memories of that evenings encounter returned.

Cal was alive. Cal had come to her. She had almost - no that is where those thoughts have to stop. Now that she had gotten over him, there could be no turning back. But, if he was alive -

No. Hunter. Think about Hunter. It was true that Cal could rock her body and send her into a tizzy in a way no one else could, but Hunter was always there for her. Hunter wasn't evil.

Morgan.

The voice came as it had before. Naturally slipping into her mind as if she had called it.

Am I going to get no sleep tonight? She wondered to herself before replying to the message.

Will you come? The voice asked.

And she responded before she thought, I will.

The park? It suggested.

Closing her eyes she recalled what had already transpired there today, yes. The park.

And the connection was cut as swiftly as it had begun.