"Have you seen Da?" Morgan asked Killan, catching up to him at Practical Magick.

Killan turned to her, surprised, "Sis, I didn't even feel you come up."

"Da? Where is he?" Morgan asked impatiently.

"Your aura..." Killan's eyes became unfocused.

"Killan?" Morgan asked, waving her hand in front of his eyes. Still no response, so she lightly tapped his shoulder. "Killan?"

"Woah," Killan said, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes.

"What was that about?" Morgan asked crossly.

"Is there something you did?" Killan asked, confused. "Some kind of powerful magic?"

"Uh, no," Morgan replied, forgetting her anger as she tried to recall any spellworking.

"Your energy is tainted by something," Killan recoiled slightly. "It seems to be seeping into your magick."

"What are you talking about?" Morgan asked, getting angry again.

"And evidently your personality," Killan sighed.

"Where is Da?" Morgan asked again.

"Morgan –"Killan started again.

Morgan scowled deeply, "Tell me, or I will hurt you."

"I miss the old Morgan," Killan replied, but continued, "Da is at the manor."

Morgan tossed a piece of paper at him, "Write down directions."

"No need," Killan said, putting down the book he had been looking at, "I'm coming with you."