Morgan was stunned, "I'm sorry. You came here to arrest me?"

Cal interjected coldly, "What proof do you have?"

"Morgan's craft-signature on illegal incantations for weather working magic," Hunter replied.

Morgan looked to Cal, who shrugged in assent, it could be tracked. But only if they knew what they were looking for.

"How did you – I mean, why would you think to investigate that?" Morgan asked faintly.

"That isn't what matters, Morgan," Hunter replied. "You're going to have to come with me."

Cal objected, "Weather working isn't grounds for detainment or punishment."

"Maybe you should stay out of this, Sgath," Hunter spat. "I'll be back for you soon enough."

Morgan looked from brother to brother, "Cal, I'll figure this out and contact you later tonight or tomorrow morning if I can, okay?"

Both looked at her in surprise for agreeing so swiftly. Cal was suspicious, "Why are you going with him?"

Morgan sighed, "Just to get this sorted out." She pecked him on the cheek as she grabbed her coat and headed out the door. It frightened her what Cal might do if he was left in the volatile situation, and she didn't want him to lose his temper.

Following Morgan out the door, Hunter turned to give Cal an infuriating wink to which he received the coldest glare Cal could muster, "I'll be seeing you, Sgath."