Morgan sighed as she sipped her tea. She was sitting by the window, watching the clouds dance around the sky.
Earlier that day, a strange storm sank the ferry that Hunter would have been on if he hadn't skipped it and made love with her instead.
Thank goodness I'm so dang irresistible she thought wryly. After she had heard what had happened, she and Hunter had rushed down to the docks, catching the last glimpse of the storm. She had tried to heal as many of the injured people as possible. Her throat tightened as she remembered all of the bodies lying on the beach. It was strange, it happened so fast. Morgan had never seen the weather behave so strangely before; it was almost supernatural.
Don't be ridiculous Morgan, she told herself, Why would anyone want to purposely destroy a ferry with so many innocent lives on it?...But Hunter would have been on that ferry, he could have died. She squeezed her eyes and tried to push away that thought. Remember, there are no coincidences.
Now that Hunter had left (by plane) to his New Charter meeting, Morgan couldn't help but feel an over-baring sense of worry for him. She wished he would never leave her sight, if anything happened to him… Goddess… what would she do?
There was another strange new feeling than she couldn't quite put her finger on. She felt different somehow, but it wasn't a bad feeling or anything. It was just strange, she felt the presence of another person even though she new she was alone.
Suddenly, Morgan jumped as she heard a loud crash from outside. Immediately, she cast her senses, probing the air around her. Someone was coming up the walk…
"Killian?" Morgan whispered to herself as she rushed to open the door.
"Little sister!" Killian said in his Irish accent as he walked towards her with open arms. "I'm so glad I finally found you, I felt like I was going in circles in this tiny town. How in the hell do you live in a place without a single club? I'd lose my mind if I were you…prolly start hitting on all the old ladies at the market place." He gave her a smirk and kissed her on the cheek. "So… Got anything to eat?"
An hour later they were sitting at the table with full stomachs and tired tongues. They had done a lot of catching up, and were now sitting quietly and contently as the sky around them darkened.
"So Killian," Morgan said as she smiled wanly at him, "tell me what's on your mind… I know you didn't just come here for the free food and conversation."
Killian looked up surprised, with a mock hurt look on his face. "Little sister, how awful of you to think that I actually need a reason to come and see you. You know I just enjoy your marvelous company." He grinned.
Morgan smiled back warmly. "Killian… you feel…antsy. Like you want to say something but you're not. Just tell me already, you know you can't hide anything from me."
"Ah yes," Killian chuckled, "How stupid of me to think that I could hide something from The Morgan Rowlands, daughter of Maeve Riordan of Belwicket… The girl who made a saltshaker levitate when she was an uninitiated witch still in high school."
Morgan laughed. "I'm glad you finally see it my way…well, I'm listening…"
Killian sighed and began to play with the ends of the table cloth. Morgan was suddenly worried. Very few things could disturb Killian, he was such an easy-going, laid back guy.
"I know who caused the storm," he said, looking into Morgan's startled eyes. "And I also know that it was directed to harming your seeker boyfriend."
Morgan's attention was on full alert. "Wha-? What are you talking about? Are you sure? Who's behind this? Who would want to hurt Hunter? Why—"
Killian raised his hand and Morgan silenced. "I didn't really think she would do anything," Killian said, "If anything had happened, I don't think I ever could have forgiven myself for not coming to you after what I had heard. She was just angry… I thought she was just speaking out of fury…. Never in a million years would I have thought… She doesn't even have enough power to cause harm… I thought she was a fairly weak witch…I thought..."
"Who? Killian WHO DID THIS!" Morgan was right next to him now, her eyes searching for an answer in his face.
"Iona," Killian almost whispered.
"Iona!" Morgan cried, "your sister? My half sister? Are you certain?"
Killian nodded slowly. "I overheard her speaking furiously to my mother about you and Ciaran when we went to visit him at that witch recovery center place. She swore revenge on you through Hunter…She said she wanted to see you suffer…"
Morgan sat back shocked. Hunter could be in danger at this very moment… She had to talk to him, to know that he was still okay.
"That Bitch!" Morgan cried furiously. She felt strong waves of anger welling up inside of her. "She just destroyed over a hundred innocent lives! She could have…" Morgan's throat tightened "….she could have killed Hunter."
Morgan rushed to the phone and picked up the receiver. There was no dial tone.
"Damn it!" She yelled as she slammed down the receiver. "The storm she sent here must have knocked out all of the bloody power lines!" After being around Hunter for so long, she had picked up some of his English vocabulary.
"Don't worry about anything right now," Killian stated morosely. "I know exactly where she is. At the moment Hunter is quite safe."
Morgan sat back down, her heart pounding in her ears. She just needed to hold him right now, to feel his warmth around her.
"What do you mean?" Morgan glanced at Killian.
"Well…At the moment she's on a plane back to New York," he looked up at Morgan's questionable stare. "I know this because I ran into her on my way over here. She thinks I'm on her side, you see. She wants me to help her. She's trying to gather the last remaining members of Amyranth—and I'm sure she won't be too successful. Without Ciaran's power protecting the coven, the members fled. They have too many enemies you know. She wants you gone Morgan… But first she wants to make you suffer. She'll try and get any source of power she can lay her hands on. What worries me is how she gathered enough power to create that storm in the first place."
Morgan could only gape at him. Morgan had to take action… She had to stop Iona before any more damage could be done.
