Well, I don't have any reviewers yet because my cousin doesn't know about it and Sweep isn't exactly the most popular of stories, but I think I will eventually. Maybe…

CPOV

"Ugh!" I complained to Edward days later. "I hate my mom!" Edward stared at me, his eyes a light gold.

"Do you?" he said coolly. Then I realized how that would sound to him when he didn't have a mom, and I couldn't explain it without giving away her scheme.

My mom wanted Morgan's power. Morgan was extremely powerful, the most powerful witch I'd ever seen. And she wasn't even initiated!

I didn't want to admit this to anybody, even myself, but Hunter was right. We wanted Morgan's power for ourselves so we could take over the council. I didn't love Morgan when I first kissed her, but was doing it because my mom told me to. Now I actually liked Morgan a bit, and was angry at my mom for not understanding that. But I couldn't tell Edward that.

"It's just…she's powerful," I said, trying to explain it anyway. "She's like an eighty-five out of a hundred, which is really high, Ed. Super-high. She leads one of the strongest covens in the world and builds others as she travels with me. She's famous." In an incredibly evil sort of way…

"But…?"

"She wants more," I said angrily. "She's got all that, but she wants more. She has to have more, and she won't have anything stop her. Not even…" I shut up then.

"You?" Edward guessed. "Not even what you want?" I nodded. Edward sighed. "Of course I sympathize, Cal," he said, sincerity in his eyes. "But I've been thinking…about the Seeker…would you tell me what happened?"

"Look, Ed," I said calmly. "If guilt is eating you up, I'm so sorry for telling you…"

"No," Edward shook his head of spiky, bronze hair. "Not guilt at all. I just want to know what happened." I took a breath.

"Morgan was over at my house for her birthday," I said. "We were doing tath meanma, which is like a Wiccan mind meld. We weren't in that deep, just enough to feel each other's emotions. When we broke out it was super late, and Morgan had to go home. All her gifts were being piled into the trunk of her car–you've heard how big that thing is, right?–when we saw headlights.

"They weren't my mom's–she was out and wouldn't be back until much later–they belonged to a big gray Honda. Giomanach's car.

"And he was just standing there. He spread a bunch of lies about how I was evil to Morgan, although she didn't believe it, I could sense it. So I lured him off, athame in hand. Morgan's athame. I got it for her birthday.

"I led him to the woods, and Morgan followed. We fought, at first magickally but then deciding the hell with it and just rolling on the ground punching each other.

"But all at once we three just stood up – Morgan, me, and…him – and we stood there, catching our breath. But then Giomanach pulled out a chain–a braigh-and he got it on my wrists. It hurt so badly, Ed, and it'll leave scars on my wrists forever.

"Then Morgan did an unthinkable thing. She hurled the athame at him, forgotten in the rush of things, and it hit him. Right in the neck." I shook my head. "Morgan's got aim. But anyway, Hunter fell off the cliff then. The end."

Once again Edward looked pale. No – he always looked pale. But something about his eyes made him look paler, if that was even possible.

"I have to go," He said quietly.

"Wait, Ed," I called. He looked at me. "I didn't mean to scare you," I said.

"You didn't," he promised. I looked at him a moment.

"You know what you remind me of?" I said. "Black silk." I leaned forward. "Black silk is often used to contain evil things." He looked at me a moment.

"I have to go," he mumbled. And then he was gone.

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