When Morgan awoke, it was not in the park, nor in her house. Looking
around cautiously she recognized the bedroom as Cal's.
She realized that she was wearing her same clothes, but could not figure out how she had come to Cal's house.
"It's about time you woke up," Cal said, emerging from a shadow.
"Uh, hey, Cal. How did I get here?" Morgan asked nervously.
"That's simple. I brought you. The house is mine since my mother has passed," Cal said, looking fondly at the room.
"Stop avoiding the question," Morgan snapped.
"I spelled you," Cal shrugged.
"Did you also use a binding spell? I can't feel my magick," Morgan panicked.
"Yes, I did. Don't bother trying to break it. I've learned something since the last spell I cast on you," Cal said calmly.
"Alright. Now why am I here?" Morgan asked coolly.
"Because you have to remember our love," Cal said, his mood abruptly changing from casual to desperate.
"There is no love, Cal," Morgan said again.
"Stop saying that!! You're trying to hurt me!! I don't believe you!!" Cal shrieked angrily.
"You have to believe it, because it is true," Morgan said again, defiantly.
All the sudden his anger was replaced by a menacing smirk, "You obviously don't realize the situation you are in. I intend to take what you have denied me so long."
"Um, not following," Morgan said nervously.
"Oh, but I think you are," Cal said licking his lips, the desire obvious on his face.
"Cal - you wouldn't - " Morgan broke off.
Cal approached the bed where she sat. His bed. Where he obviously intended to sleep that night. With her in it.
As he sat on the bed Morgan drew herself into a ball. "No Cal - " she whimpered, helpless without her magic.
He caressed her face with his hand lovingly, "You misjudged me. I'm not some sort of savage, Morgan. I wouldn't make you sleep with me. I just don't understand why you try to hurt me. I open myself up to you, I leave all of it on the line for you, and yet you crush my hopes at every turn."
"Cal," Morgan said, trying to regain her composure, "I'm in love with Hunter."
Morgan watched as Cal turned white with fury, "Don't mention that name. Never again. Unless you want me to kill him, once and for all, this time."
Morgan froze, "What?"
"Don't bring him into this unless you want me to kill him," Cal repeated with no sign of hesitation.
"You would do that?" Morgan asked, slightly horrified. She knew Cal was capable of terrible things. She knew that he hated Hunter enough already. But she didn't ever really think he would do it. Now she realized just what he could be driven to.
"Happily," Cal replied.
Terrified by the possibility, Morgan changed the subject, "So, how long do you intend to keep me here?"
"Forever," Cal said, and laughed when he saw the look of astonishment on her face. "No. Not forever. Just as long as it takes."
"I don't suppose I'm allowed to see people," Morgan frowned. "I really should call my parents."
"No worries there," Cal chuckled. "They won't know your gone."
Morgan looked at him as if he was crazy and he continued, "Ah, yes, you wouldn't know about that now would you. Killan is there, under glamour. He'll stay until he's not needed."
"You're in league with Killan and Ciaran?" Morgan said, unsurprised. They had, after all, raised him.
"Yes," Cal said shortly. "And they can visit you whenever they like. Maybe I could let Bree come, and perhaps Robbie, too. If you are very, very good."
Morgan rolled her eyes at the suggestive tone and he continued, "And I would have to acquire a promise the seeker would hear nothing about you."
"So will Killan be making out with Hunter?" Morgan asked coolly.
Cal looked angry for a moment, but regained his composure, "No. Sadly, you're breaking up with him. Killan insisted."
"Why?" Morgan asked, contemplating what issues Killan might have with Hunter.
"A promise you made Killan make. Something about romantic interests in the circle," Cal shrugged. "What does it matter."
Morgan felt like crying, but remained cool, "When do I get to go home?"
"Once the child is born," Cal said unperturbedly.
"Whose child?" Morgan asked curiously.
"Ours."
She realized that she was wearing her same clothes, but could not figure out how she had come to Cal's house.
"It's about time you woke up," Cal said, emerging from a shadow.
"Uh, hey, Cal. How did I get here?" Morgan asked nervously.
"That's simple. I brought you. The house is mine since my mother has passed," Cal said, looking fondly at the room.
"Stop avoiding the question," Morgan snapped.
"I spelled you," Cal shrugged.
"Did you also use a binding spell? I can't feel my magick," Morgan panicked.
"Yes, I did. Don't bother trying to break it. I've learned something since the last spell I cast on you," Cal said calmly.
"Alright. Now why am I here?" Morgan asked coolly.
"Because you have to remember our love," Cal said, his mood abruptly changing from casual to desperate.
"There is no love, Cal," Morgan said again.
"Stop saying that!! You're trying to hurt me!! I don't believe you!!" Cal shrieked angrily.
"You have to believe it, because it is true," Morgan said again, defiantly.
All the sudden his anger was replaced by a menacing smirk, "You obviously don't realize the situation you are in. I intend to take what you have denied me so long."
"Um, not following," Morgan said nervously.
"Oh, but I think you are," Cal said licking his lips, the desire obvious on his face.
"Cal - you wouldn't - " Morgan broke off.
Cal approached the bed where she sat. His bed. Where he obviously intended to sleep that night. With her in it.
As he sat on the bed Morgan drew herself into a ball. "No Cal - " she whimpered, helpless without her magic.
He caressed her face with his hand lovingly, "You misjudged me. I'm not some sort of savage, Morgan. I wouldn't make you sleep with me. I just don't understand why you try to hurt me. I open myself up to you, I leave all of it on the line for you, and yet you crush my hopes at every turn."
"Cal," Morgan said, trying to regain her composure, "I'm in love with Hunter."
Morgan watched as Cal turned white with fury, "Don't mention that name. Never again. Unless you want me to kill him, once and for all, this time."
Morgan froze, "What?"
"Don't bring him into this unless you want me to kill him," Cal repeated with no sign of hesitation.
"You would do that?" Morgan asked, slightly horrified. She knew Cal was capable of terrible things. She knew that he hated Hunter enough already. But she didn't ever really think he would do it. Now she realized just what he could be driven to.
"Happily," Cal replied.
Terrified by the possibility, Morgan changed the subject, "So, how long do you intend to keep me here?"
"Forever," Cal said, and laughed when he saw the look of astonishment on her face. "No. Not forever. Just as long as it takes."
"I don't suppose I'm allowed to see people," Morgan frowned. "I really should call my parents."
"No worries there," Cal chuckled. "They won't know your gone."
Morgan looked at him as if he was crazy and he continued, "Ah, yes, you wouldn't know about that now would you. Killan is there, under glamour. He'll stay until he's not needed."
"You're in league with Killan and Ciaran?" Morgan said, unsurprised. They had, after all, raised him.
"Yes," Cal said shortly. "And they can visit you whenever they like. Maybe I could let Bree come, and perhaps Robbie, too. If you are very, very good."
Morgan rolled her eyes at the suggestive tone and he continued, "And I would have to acquire a promise the seeker would hear nothing about you."
"So will Killan be making out with Hunter?" Morgan asked coolly.
Cal looked angry for a moment, but regained his composure, "No. Sadly, you're breaking up with him. Killan insisted."
"Why?" Morgan asked, contemplating what issues Killan might have with Hunter.
"A promise you made Killan make. Something about romantic interests in the circle," Cal shrugged. "What does it matter."
Morgan felt like crying, but remained cool, "When do I get to go home?"
"Once the child is born," Cal said unperturbedly.
"Whose child?" Morgan asked curiously.
"Ours."