Morgan climbed into Hunter's car parked by the sidewalk in front of her house. She waited until he himself had sat down, then asked, "So, what is this all about?"

"I think I am the one who gets to be asking the questions, Morgan," Hunter replied. "So, why?"

"Why what?" Morgan asked. "Which why are you talking about? Why I did the spell? Why I was with Cal? Why is Cal alive? Why did I let them do the spell? Why aren't we together?"

Hunter paused for a moment, as if deeply contemplating her words, "They?"

Morgan caught her breath, "Yes."

"That would be Cal and - ?" Hunter said leadingly.

"This has nothing to do with you," Morgan replied acidly.

"Morgan," the tone slightly more threatening.

"Killan," Morgan shrugged.

"No, it wasn't," Hunter replied solidly. "Now, tell me the truth."

"Why would you think it wasn't?" Morgan asked coolly.

"Because Killan is the one who sent me here with information on your dark practices," Hunter replied.

Suddenly the car was too small to contain Morgan's fury, "WHAT?!"

Hunter returned her stare, "He was concerned about you. But he didn't mention a 'they', he mentioned a 'he'. So, who is this second, or third, part of they? You might as well tell me, I'm fair certain I already know."

Morgan had the urge to stick her tongue out at him, "Well, if you know, then you don't need me to tell you. Now is there anything else that's actually important, and preferably factual?"

Hunter bestowed a calculating stare upon her, which caused her to return like with like. Hunter was more of a worthy adversary then she had originally thought. True, she still believed she and her father were more than a match for him if it came down to that, but there was more danger than physical emanating from him.

"I'm going then," Morgan said, reaching for the door only to find she couldn't unlock it. Trying again, she found it still unyielding. "Do I have to kick your ass to get out of this car?"

Hunter didn't respond, he just lifted his eyebrow in challenge. Without much hesitation, Morgan slapped his face so hard it snapped to the side. Hunter made no effort to avoid the blow, and still remained calm after her shockingly reckless act.

Morgan paused, expecting an angry reaction of some sort. When none came, she probed into his subconscious and found Hunter to be extremely aroused, not angry. About to reply with a caustic remark, Morgan was caught unaware as Hunter slid across the seat and kissed her with passion and heat. Before she realized what she was doing, Morgan responded to the kiss, only partially aware of what was actually transpiring. It felt right, and yet the small part of her brain that was still operating protested enough that she pushed away.

"What was that about?" Morgan asked fiercely.

Hunter smirked, "Don't try that. We both know you liked it."

"Yeah, sure. The only thing I would like better is doing it again, but with an athame in my hand," Morgan sneered.

Hunter unlocked the door, sighing. For now he was allowing her to leave. She wasted no time in springing out of the car, back up to the house. She turned to watch Hunter drive away and opened the door to find a seething Cal.

Morgan looked at him strangely, "Why are you in such a good mood?"

Sarcasm dripped from his voice, "Oh, I don't know. It could be that I am hopelessly in love with a tramp."