As soon as I'd hung up the phone, I rushed upstairs. I needed to be alone.

"Oh Goddess," I whispered to myself. He had been absolutely gorgeous.

I had been on my way back from Ian's when I saw him. And when he saw me.

He was sitting in a café looking at nothing in particular. Then his head whipped round and he looked me straight in the eye. I felt as if I'd been physically stopped in my tracks. His golden eyes flashed and widened, then, with a look of unrippling calm, he tapped the stool next to him and looked directly at me.

My heart skipped a beat, and everything seemed to freeze, as if we were the only two people in the world. Within me, the whole of my very being was urging me to go straight in – my head was screaming "YES!".

"Come." He mouthed.

Then I blinked, and everything was moving again. The normal bustle surrounded me and my brain seemed to kick back into action. The stunning stranger in the window kept his gaze locked only on me as I shook my head.

"Sorry," I mouthed back.

Then I turned directly and walked away before I could change my mind.

As soon as I was out of the sight of café, I lent against a wall. He had actually knocked the breath out of me; blown my mind.

Now I was slightly less shaky, but still amazed at how much he had affected me. Magick? Possible but –

"Moria!"

I opened my door.

"Yes?" It had been Hunter who had called me. I still couldn't bring myself to call him Da.

"Could you come down, please?"

I took a few steadying breaths as I made my way down to the living room. Our house isn't particularly large, but its cosy without being small.

Plus the fact it was built on a power line.

My parents are Witches. And so am I. We all practice Wicca, with my Mother being one of the most well known Witches of all time. I found out all too well last year exactly why she was so well known. The power she has – I guess it had never really hit me till then why so many people gasped and looked gob smacked when they heard about her. Even the mention of her name was enough to make a crowd of people turn round.

But more of that later.

"Yes?" I stepped into the room, seeing my parents seated on the sofa which faced the main window.

"Sit down." Hunter said curtly, and I frowned. Mum look deeply worried in a way I hadn't seen her, even during the dark wave. Her normally vibrant face was pale and drawn.

"What's going on?" I asked slowly, sitting down on the opposite sofa.

"Has your mother told you about Cal Blaire?"

I nodded slowly, shuddering at the memory.

Mums eyes were down cast, looking only at the slated floor. She was in a thought deeply, and scarily so.

"Right. Moria, you need to be very careful."

My frown deepened.

"Why? What's happening?"

"He's back." Mum whispered almost so softly I couldn't hear. That in itself made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up; made every nerve tingle with fright.

"What?" I gasped.

"Cal's back, Moria." Hunter's fists clenched and he stood up abruptly.

"That's impossible!" I cried, standing up. "He's dead!" I paused. "Twice!"

"That's what we thought." Hunter spoke bitterly and with venom in his voice. "But your mother just had a vision. And her visions are more reliable than nearly anything else I know."

I tried to think of something to say but my mouth felt sickeningly dry, and my head was screaming fears at me.

"Just…" Hunter hesitated. "Just be aware, Moria. Keep your eyes and ears open. And tell us straight away if anything strange happens, no matter how minor it is."

I nodded silently and moved upstairs.

Things had just stepped up a level.