Sweep 15 - Night's Child by Cate Tiernan

Author:Cate Tiernan [Tiernan, Cate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Witches, Young Adult, Post-Apocalyptic, Adventure
Published: 2012-01-19T20:40:21+00:00

10. Morgan

Morgan thought she was going to explode. First she and Katrina had seen Hunter when they scried. Since Killian was there, they hadn't had a chance to talk about it alone. And when she hadn't been able to sense Moira outside, she'd scried for her and found her at Ian Delaney's house. Morgan had to find her, talk to her, tell her how sorry she was. She sent her a quick witch message. Moira, please come home. Please-or I will have to come and get you.

I'm on my way, Moira sent back, and Morgan almost sobbed in relief.

"Moira's coming back," she told Killian and Katrina.

"Oh, good. She'll be all right, you'll see," said Killian. "You'll make up."

Morgan smiled gratefully at her half brother, who'd grown up virtually without a father himself. Now Killian had three children of his own. He seemed more thoughtful, less self- centered. He stood, clearing the table, while Morgan just sat, her stomach knotting with tension. Just then she felt Moira coming up the front path. Leaping from the table, she ran to the front door just as Moira reached it. As soon as she saw her daughter, she burst into tears and gathered her close. Please don't push me away. At first Moira stood stiffly in her embrace, but she slowly loosened up and gradually put her arms around Morgan.

"I'm sorry, honey," Morgan said. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

"I wish… I wish you had just told me the truth," Moira said.

"I know. I wish I had, too." Morgan pulled back and looked at Moira, brushing some damp hair out of her face. "But you're my family, and I'm yours. And that's all that matters."

Looking a little teary-eyed herself, Moira nodded.

Morgan started to draw her into the warmth and light of the house, but Moira paused, looking at the walk.

"I stepped on something," she said.

"A stone?"

"No." Moira looked, then leaned over and picked up something shiny from the brick path. "Here," she said, handing it to Morgan. "Did you drop this?"

Squinting, Morgan turned sideways in the door so the inside light would fall on her palm. Small, silver, a bit crusty but still glinting. She brushed some of the dirt away as Moira eased past her into the house.

It was a ring-who could have dropped it? She brushed more of the dirt away. Keady, maybe? Katrina? Oh, Goddess.

Morgan's heart clenched, and she wondered if she were dreaming again. It was a silver claddagh ring. They weren't uncommon in Ireland-many people wore them. But no one had one with the rune Beorc, for new beginnings, engraved on the inside. This was Morgan's ring, the one Hunter had given her a lifetime ago. This was the ring that had flown off her finger that day in Wales, when the ferry went down. And now here it was, appearing on her doorstop an hour after she'd seen Hunter.

Her eyes huge, Morgan stared at Moira. There were no words to describe what she was feeling, the emotions she was being assaulted with.

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