So, up to this point it's been all talking about Hunter. That will soon end, my readers. (Readers? What readers?) Behold!

CPOV

Morgan had disappeared out of thin air the day after Thanksgiving. I'd stopped by her house and she wasn't home, I'd called her numerous times.

The truth was that my mom wanted to sap her powers, right then and there, and though I didn't want Morgan to die, we both would if I didn't turn her in to my mom.

She called, and I answered immediately.

"Morgan! Where have you been?" I asked hurriedly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said. "I don't know what was wrong with me this morning. I just felt so weird."

"I was worried about you," I said honestly. "Where did you go?"

"To Practical Magick. And you'll never guess who I saw there."

I was jolted with alertness. "Who?" But nothing could have prepared me for the name I'd hoped to never hear again.

"Hunter Niall," she announced. I felt numb and was surprised when the phone didn't slip out of my hand.

"What do you mean?" I asked, praying she meant his dead corpse or a picture, or that she was joking.

"I mean he's alive," Morgan said. "I saw him."

"Where has he been all this time?" I asked, struggling to keep down surprise and anger.

"Actually, I didn't ask," Morgan said. "I guess he's been with Sky. She found him that night and brought him home."

"So he wasn't dead," I repeated, astonished. "He went over that cliff with an athame in his neck, and he wasn't dead." This was unbelievable. That boy was like a cockroach, or a Twinkie. He just keeps coming back! What is he, invincible?

"No. Aren't you thrilled?" Morgan said. No, I thought darkly. "The weight of this has been so awful. I couldn't believe I had done something so terrible."

"Even though he was trying to kill me," I said flatly. Now that the surprise had worn off, I was just mad. "Putting a braigh on me. Trying to take me to the council so they could turn me inside out."

"No, of course not," Morgan said. I could picture her eyes widening at the accusation. "I'm glad I stopped him from doing that. We won that battle. I don't regret that at all. But I thought I had killed someone, and it was going to be a shadow over my life forever. I'm really, really glad that it won't."

"It's like you've forgotten that he was trying to kill me," I said, unable to hold back my anger much longer. "Do you remember what my wrists looked like afterward? Like hamburger. I'm going to have scars for the rest of my life." Just the thought of Hunter made me even angrier.

"I know, I know," she said. "I'm sorry. He was–more than wrong. I'm glad I stopped him. But I'm also glad I didn't kill him." I wasn't. But I suddenly remembered what I was supposed to do, so instead of yelling at Morgan, I said,

"Did you talk to him?"

"Yes. I also saw his charming cousin, Sky, and we got into an argument. As usual."

I laughed without humor, glad that Morgan still hated them, and than was silent. I wondered how I could kill him without Morgan and Sky getting suspicious… "What are you thinking about?" I asked her softly.

"That I want to see you soon," she replied. Oh, good, I thought happily. She still likes me.

"I wanted to see you today," I said. "I asked you, and you said no, and then you went to Practical Magick. You weren't even home when I came by to see if you were all right." She didn't just go to Practical Magick, I remembered darkly. She saw Hunter there.

"I'm really sorry," she said. "I just–this morning I felt so strange. I think I was having a panic attack. I wasn't thinking clearly and just wanted to get out of here. But I'm sorry–I didn't mean to blow you off."

"There were people here who wanted to meet you," I said, getting back to my mission.

"I'm sorry," Morgan repeated. "I just wasn't up to it today." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, knowing I had to play my cards right if I didn't want to make Morgan suspicious of my mom and me.

"I've got to do a bunch of stuff tonight, but we've got a circle tomorrow at Ethan's house. So I'll see you there, if not during the day."

"Okay," she said. "Give me a call if you can get away."

"All right. I missed you today. And I'm worried about Hunter. I think he's psycho, and I was relieved when I thought he couldn't hurt either of us anymore." That was true. I did think him psycho, but I wasn't worried about him for that reason. I was worried that he would change the course of things, would ruin everything.

"I have to go. I'll see you soon." I made a kissing noise into the phone and hung up.

I stood by the phone for a while, just looking at it, and then I raced upstairs to my mirror.

Er…okay, the whole story is about Hunter, but now that he's alive, it will be more about killing him. ;D

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