I nod. “Of course, what is it?”
My inner people-pleaser is in full swing.
She lounges back in her chair, wine in hand. “Would you care to tell me how you, a mortal, made an energy storm so strong that is almost tore a hole through my realm last night?”
Chapter 18
Rule eighteen:When meeting with your murderer, take safety precautions.
Maybe I should consider getting a time-share in hell, given I keep having moments where I wish the earth would open and swallow me whole.
This is one of those moments.
Morgana stares at me expectantly, which I mean – fair. I had no idea my meltdown yesterday might have damaged her realm. The entire idea sounds downright ludicrous.
“I have no idea,” I answer honestly.
Morgana narrows her eyes a bit. “Interesting. And how long ago did these powers manifest?”
I purse on my lips, hoping I only look like I’m trying to remember the exact date. She asked about ‘these powers,’ so technically, I wouldn’t be lying if I didn’t mention theghost-related stuff.
“Shortly after I found Leon,” I answer. “I made a similar storm the night your forsaken came for us, and then I accidentally blasted Leon across the room when he was trying to force me to uncollar him.”
Morgana’s mouth twitches into a slight smirk when I mention blasting Leon.
I stand corrected. Maybe it’s Leon who has no friends. He really needs to work on himself.
Or, more accurately, after trying the dating world, all men should work on themselves.
I continue, “Leon put an energy siphon on me after I blasted him, and Sin removed it yesterday morning.”
Morgana hums but says nothing. The room is painfully quiet. I continue to pick at my food to give my hands something to do.
The silence stretches on, and I finally decide to pry. “You already knew about the first energy storm, right? I’m assuming your forsaken told you.”
I imagine at least some of them saw the sky light up into clouds of angry purple.
Morgana stretches up from her chair as she answers, “Don’t believe everything you’ve been told. Most think the forsaken are my spies, and I’m happy to let them believe that. But the broken spirits can’t communicate with me. They have decayed past that ability by the time they are sent here.”
I frown. “But you sent them after me.”
I will never forget the forsaken on the ceiling of the parking garage. That clocks as one of my top three shit-my-pants life moments.
“The Shadow Realm has been used for thousands of years as a haven for broken souls. The spirits comehere when they are either too decayed to retain their humanity or if they are broken from a traumatic death. My ancestors have always been caretakers of broken souls and could command them. They passed the ability on to me,” Morgana answers.
I frown, wanting to ask why the souls aren’t sent into the afterlife, but Morgana continues before I get the chance.
“Can you call your power at will?” she asks as she walks to my side of the table.
I lift my hands in front of my face and think, ‘Spooky purple powers,’ but nothing happens.
Shame.
Dropping them, I look back at Morgana, slightly embarrassed. “No. I didn’t even realize the energy came from me when the storms happened.”
Morgana hums again before heading towards the door. Maybe she’s disappointed that her prophesied ‘chosen one’ is useless.
Same girl, same.
