A/n: Thanks again for the reviews! Just a small warning although I'm posting rather quickly at the moment this story may slow down soon while, hopefully not but I'm working on other things at the minute! I need to stay focused on one thing rather than trying to juggle several things at once! Anyway here's the next chapter for you - Enjoy! x

I found a spell to remove all judgements, to be able to see the world with new eyes and be more open to the concepts of others around them. The object of the spell will not think of the world in black or white but a mixture of colours all ready to be explored.

The Spell doesn’t erase skill or knowledge just gives the object a new perception of life and lower ones inhabitions.

- B.M.

“Morgan? What are you doing here?” my brother Killian came over to greet me as I entered the warehouse, “not that it’s a bad thing you’re here but it’s a nice surprise! How did you even know about this place?”

“All me,” Tristan came forward, his bright blue eyes sparkled, “I met her this afternoon, she came into the shop, I realised who she was and asked her to come along,” he explained to Killian, then he turned to me, “nice to see you again, Morgan, glad you came,”

It was hard not to smile back at Tristan’s dazzling smile, I turned to my brother “How come you never told me you were in a band?” I asked him

“It just never came up,” he shrugged, “Let me introduce you to the rest of the guys,” he gestured to guy with dark hair slicked back into a short pony tail, “This is Jay, he’s our bass player,” then Killian gestured to a guy with light brown hair that was clearly straightened and gelled in place hanging over his right eye, “and our lead singer Dax, guys this is my little sis, Morgan” he then gestured at me, all the guys in his band were blood witches, Dax and Jay weren't particularly strong but Tristan was a little stronger than Killian, and Killian was a powerful witch. “Ready for practise?” he asked. They climbed up onto the clearly home made stage where their instruments were and began practising their set and I found a makeshift seat out of a wooden crate.

“Not bad are they?” I said after a while, knowing that Cal was beside me

“Heard better,” Cal commented. I rolled my eyes.

An hour had passed before I knew it, I was really enjoying the music and it was helping to take my mind off… other things, but their practise was finished now and the guys were heading off to get pizza and had invited me along, I had spent most of the day alone and it didn’t do me much good. I needed to be surrounded by company and Killian’s friends were perfect, they were fun loving and kept me laughing even when I thought my heart couldn’t manage it.

When we got to the pizzeria we grabbed a big round table situated next to the bar and the five of us huddled around, I was sat in between Killian and Tristan most of the night Cal was perched on the bar in my line of sight.

Killian and his buddies were telling me funny stories all night of drunken adventures, magick gone awry and childhood stories. I hadn’t felt this carefree in a long time, my heart was still hurting but I’ve needed this break, I’ve needed to get away from the stress of pretty much leading a double life between Morgan Rowlands student and loving daughter and Morgan Rowlands super witch, there was no dark cloud hanging over my head here, I didn’t have to worry anymore about bad ass witches coming after me.

Here in New York I was a new Morgan, I could be myself all the time.

I felt Tristan’s eyes on me, I turned to him and smiled, “What?” I asked

“You feel different, it’s like a big weight has fell off your shoulders,” he said, I remembered him telling me he was empathic, he was extremely good because earlier he was able to feel Cal’s hostility towards him.

“Kind of,” I agreed, “I mean I miss Hunter like crazy I’m angry with him and still what he did hurts me, I just try not to think about it,”

He nodded, “Yeah I can still sense that.”

“Back home I’m two different people, I live with my Catholic parents and I can’t be myself and practise Wicca at home because it hurts their feelings, I go to school and study hard, I come home and do my chores and then I’ve got to study hard for my initiation, I’m being trained how to defend myself, I’m supposed to be some kind of super witch that dark Magick is attracted to and I’m expected to not screw up or make the wrong choices.” I explained

“Yes, that can be hard,” Tristan nodded, “Killian explained your situation to me, I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all that,”

“Out here,” I continued, “I don’t have to try to be both because I can just be who I am, I can practise my magick, I can screw up without people giving me that disappointed look and I can just be… Morgan,”

I hadn’t realised until that moment that the whole table was listening to me,

“I didn’t realise you had it so tough, Morgan,” Killian said, “You know you can stay as long as you want. The apartment came from Da’s money so I don’t mind sharing it with you, you’re my little sister, Morgan,”

“It’s not that bad at home, not really. I suppose I’m just complaining too much. Sometimes it just all feels too much, I will have to go home sooner or later and face the music,” I sighed

“If you need me to kick the shit out of that boy for you Morgan I will do,”

I forced a smile, “I don’t that’ll be necessary thanks, Killian,”

“Why not? I’d do it if I could?” I tried not to look at Cal although I noticed Tristan looked right at him, trying to see something that wasn’t there, “What are you looking at baby blue eyes?” Cal cried

“Are you okay?” I asked Tristan,

Tristan shook his head and looked at me, “I could feel that… hostility again,” he said, “Weird,” he took a bite out of a slice of his pizza and chewed thoughtfully over it.

“We’re going to hit a bar,” Killian said to me after we paid the tab, “are you in?” I had learned my lesson from last year, me plus alcohol wasn’t a good idea, this one I should sit out.

“Oh no thanks, I’m going to head back to the apartment if that’s alright,”

Killian looked concerned, “Are you sure? It’ll be fun”

“I don’t doubt that,” I grinned, “I just need to get an early night, I’m tired,”

“Okay then, grab a taxi or something I don’t want you heading back by yourself,” he told me,

“You know I have an early start at the shop so I better call it a night, I can make sure she gets back alright,” Tristan said

“Great, thanks,” Killian smiled

“Great…” I heard Cal mutter and practically felt him roll his eyes

Killian and his friends left Tristan and I alone. We walked along the sidewalk side by side and he started telling me a bit about his life. I liked Tristan, he was a good guy and easy to talk to and he seemed to genuinely care about me.

“Well I was born and raised in Albany with my mom and my twin sisters, my dad died when I was 11, he had a brain tumour and my mom never really got over it so I kind of had to grow up fast and help her raise my sisters who were only 2 at the time,”

“That sounds really tough,” I sighed, I had it easy growing up I can’t believe I just ranted about how much my life sucks when he had to grow up like that

“It was at first, but it became the norm, our family were close, I love my sisters, I love my mom they’re the best family I could ask for,” he smiled

I smiled back, “I know what you mean, I was adopted, I could have ended up with anyone. I don’t think I could have picked better parents for myself,” I said, “I just wished they were okay with me being who I am openly, I appreciate their faith, they’ve accepted that I’m wiccan but it’s not as if I can flaunt it. Not that I want to flaunt it, but I don’t want to hide it from them either. I want to be able to be open about who I am in my own home,”

“Well you’ll be 18 soon right?” Tristan said, “Why don’t you move out?” he asked

“I’ll still be at school I won’t be able to afford it, besides it’ll hurt their feelings if I just jump ship the second I turn 18, Hunter said…” I stopped myself, “I’m sorry,” I muttered

“I understand,” he said, “You don’t have to say anymore,”

“It’s just that we had a conversation the other morning, the same morning I found out about... her actually.” I said, “He asked me to move in with him we agreed to wait until I graduated school,”

“I know he hurt you bad, Morgan, I don’t need to be an empath to see that, I can see it in your eyes whenever the subject comes up,”

“He’s my muirn beatha dans,” I whispered

“How can either of you think that when he betrayed you so easily?” he asked me

“I don’t know, I feel it’s true though, even now.”

Tristan noticed my agony breeching this subject so he swiftly changed the topic of conversation and took the heat back on himself again, before I knew it though we were at the front door of Killian's apartment, I rooted in my pockets for the spare key he'd given me and finally pulled it out and unlocked the door.

"Thanks for walking me," I smiled at Tristan, he didn't smile back but there was something in his eyes, there was something he wanted to say,

"It was my pleasure," he said softly,

"Good night," I turned to go inside when I heard him clear his throat

"Morgan?"

"Yes?" I turned back to face him and his face was closer than I thought it was, it was too close and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable, he cupped my cheek and his eyes looked sad,

"I know how much pain you’re in Morgan, because when I'm near you, I feel what you feel and it's agonising," he said, "I know you've had so much heartache in your past, I just want you to be able to look to the future and realise that someone out there knows how to treat a woman right, to know a good thing when he's got it and not mess it up,"

He was inching closer, oh goddess what was he doing? Before I knew it he was kissing me sweetly, at first I couldn't resist kissing but I came to my senses and I pulled away, "You just messed it up," I whispered

"I'm so sorry, Morgan I was so out of line, I can't believe I did that," he said and he looked genuinely pissed off with himself,

"Forget about it, I have," I didn't want him to feel bad, Tristan was a nice guy and I had immediately liked him, he made me feel warm and safe here in New York, admittedly I did feel a slight attraction for him, but things were just so complicated right now my head had no more room for anymore.

Tristan looked slightly relieved, "Okay," he said, "But I am sorry, again. If you need me for company or anything just send me a message"

"I don't have your number," I said dumbly

"Like you need it," he smiled and tapped his temple he turned and headed back down the hall towards the lift.

I closed the door behind me and pulled out my cell phone and decided to check my messages, the second I had turned on my phone it began ringing in my hand, it was Hunter.