It took about a half hour to get out to the secluded manor, Morgan was surprised to see that it was the same one they had come to before, "You meant here? I guess I didn't need you after all."

Killan sighed, "What do you need him for anyway?"

"I want to be inducted," Morgan shrugged.

Killan looked at her, "You already have been."

"Not into the coven, you moron, as priestess," Morgan replied disdainfully.

Killan shook his head, "He'll never allow it. Not so soon. By all the gods, you haven't even been initiated yet! It'll take months more and training."

Morgan laughed darkly, "Then the training will start today, there is no reason to wait."

Killan looked up to the ominous looking manor, "Maybe we could save this for another day?"

Morgan opened her door and got out without responding.

Killan sighed, "I'll take that as a no." Then he opened his door to catch up to Morgan who had already covered half the distance to the door.

"He better be here," Morgan muttered ungraciously.

"Why don't you just call him?" Killan asked.

"I can't," Morgan replied lightly. "Why else would I have tracked you down? He's not responding to them."

"I would assume that they are blocked," Killan replied, puzzling it out. "Seeing as your essence has changed, not everyone has the privilege of sending him messages."

"What do you keep babbling about?" Morgan sneered.

"Never mind," Killan looked down and muttered, "Da will know."

"If he would answer the door, that is," Morgan sighed. "Let's go in."

As she opened the door, Killan suggested, "Maybe we should try some other time."

Morgan looked at him, a spark of understanding entering her eyes, "You could still call him."

"And?" Killan turned to walk back to the car. "That doesn't mean I will."

"But does that mean you have?" Morgan narrowed his eyes. "You told him I was coming?"

Killan averted his eyes, "No, of course not. I didn't even think about warning – I mean, calling him."

"Why would he be avoiding me?" Morgan mused. "All I want is my birthright. The one, not more then a week ago, he was begging me to partake."

"This is an odd mood you're in," Killan replied. "I wouldn't trust you with a spoon I didn't like."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Morgan glared ominously.

"Don't threaten me," Killan replied, firmly. "I'm just saying this is a huge jump in character. If I were Da, which thank the goddess I'm not, I wouldn't hand over Amyrath until you calmed down."

"Well you're right, you aren't him," Morgan spat. "And I will have control of Amyrath, condoned or not."