In the little two-story brick townhouse on the Willow-tree lined avenue just three blocks from Savannah's infamous Broadway Street, Dr. Gabrielle Loures stood shocked at the photo her fellow coven member, Cressida Craine, held in front of her.
It wasn't just of Cressida and her son Caleb as a baby, it was Cressida, Caleb and a secret second baby girl. Caleb wasn't the only child Cressida bore with Caspian, the dark lord; she secretly had twins: The two precious "Coins" as Caspian referred to his spawn were alive and well, and he had no idea.
"Why didn't you tell us there were two? How could you have kept this from us?" Gabrielle asked, her voice raised in the shock of the moment.
Cressida felt awful about hiding the truth but, she knew it was the only way to Caspian away. A secret is only safe if it's truly under lock and key.
"Mae knew. She was there when they were born. We couldn't tell you, Gabi, it was too dangerous for anyone else to know." Cressida said as she walked back into Caleb's room and sat on a chair watching him sleep.
Gabrielle followed with her doctor's bag in hand.
"You both lied to me? All these years? All these years you both lied?" Gabrielle replied, she kept repeating what she had learned as if by saying it out loud she would some how come to terms with it and forget the deep feeling of betrayal.
"It was the only way to keep you safe. Keep us all safe. Caspian is only looking for a male heir to fulfil his prophecy. The baby girl would have been destroyed if he knew of her existence. I couldn't allow either of them to be put under that kind of ...." Cressida paused.
"I know. It would have been a death sentence for all of us. Especially with how Caleb began to act as soon as we escaped the dark place and came here. Those were very scary days." Gabrielle remembered.
"His eyes. Do you remember Caleb's eyes when he was 5? They suddenly turned from this beautiful ocean blue to almost black, seemingly over night." Cressida recalled.
"And it just got worse from there." Gabrielle replied.
"So you understand? You know the hell Caspian would unleash on this planet if he discovered his son was alive and well, we were seeing just how that control and evil was beginning to build up in Caleb from the beginning. The baby girl, well, I just knew that she deserved a better life without any of this. No one deserves this curse." Cressida said.
"But we chose to follow Caspian so long ago. We chose the powers. We also chose to leave and escape his treachery. Don't you think the baby girl would have chosen to be with us, on our side too, had she been here with us?" Gabrielle wondered.
"I wasn't willing to take that chance. The lure of Caspian's false promises is what got us all into this mess in the beginning. Mae warned us all those years ago and thank god she did. She saved us and brought us here. And that's why I put Caleb in this sleep spell." Said Cressida.
Gabrielle turned to Caleb, and fiddled with all the wires that were attached to him feigning that they were working medical equipment for any potential looky-loo's who came to visit the Craine household. The whole charade of his fake coma had worked for all these years. In town, Cressida was known as the last of the famous Crain family, and the doting mother of boy turned man in a coma. The community revered her. All under false pretenses.
The coin, Caleb Craine, slept safely. And the world was safe. Caspian all these years thought him dead and was attempting again to bring a new spawn into the world with the young witch Morgana.
As Gabrielle once again grabbed on to her doctor's bag and began make her way out of the room, leaving Cressida alone with her sleeping son, she looked once more at the photograph of Cressida and the twins.
"Where is she?" Gabrielle wondered.
Cressida did not answer at first. She looked down at the photograph and slightly grinned at her two children, one --the boy now sleeping in a bewitched sleep to protect himself and the world from the evils raging inside of him, and the other a girl--sweet and perfect. Soft blue eyes and angelic pink lips.
"Somewhere safe. Far away. So far that I hope to never see her again. For her sake." Cressida said, her eyes glistening with the glimmer of tears welling up.
Cressida's final secret was out. Gabrielle now knew everything. She then balled up the photograph in her hand. Her skin turn red like a hot coal in a burning fire and destroyed the photo right in her hand. When she opened it there was only blackness, ashes and dust.
"No one can know." Cressida said, her hand now cooling.
"Of course." Gabrielle replied as she reached down and gave her coven sister a tight hug.
"I have rounds at the hospital for a few hours. When I'm done I'll come back and we'll go over Mae's funeral plans. What do you think?"
Cressida smiled and nodded in agreement and walked Gabrielle to the door.
As Caleb slept in his bed, his closed eyes began to move back and forth back and forth back and forth under the skin like two small boulders rolling around under a blanket. Then his fingers began to twitch. Then his toes. Then his eyes again. He had not moved like this in years. It was as if he too knew something was coming.
On the bedroom floor, the remnants of the photograph of him, Cressida and his missing twin sister began to spin in a circle as if locked in a tiny whish of a tornado. The spun and they spun until they formed a perfectly black square the same shape it was before Cressida destroyed it. Then the photo paper began to change from black ash to white again and with the flicker of his index finger, the photo began to shape and reappear as it was just before Cressida burned it.
Cressida walked back into the room. Caleb was no longer moving. He was now asleep, deep in his locked state that his mother had kept in for 15 years. She looked on the floor to pick up the mess she had left from the burnt photo and saw that it had regenerated.
She picked up the photo and walked over to him. His plump pouty lips twitched and the photo lit up in flames in her hand this time burning her. Cressida screeched in pain and dropped the flaming papers to the ground.
She suddenly knew that the sleep spell some how was waring off. Perhaps the energy of Caspian's powers in Savannah and the killing of Mae had some way began the unlocking.
Caspian's powers were unparalleled but the fact that Caleb was still mostly under the spell meant that Caspian had not yet discovered the truth. But was getting close.
She lifted her hand above her son and spoke the sleeping spell again, locking him back into a deep sleep.
"ALTIUS IBIS ALTIUS AD SOMNUM NON EXCITARE NON PLORABARE!" Cressida recited.
A light burst from her hand, deep yellow in color, and swirled around her palm with her fingers extended. Suddenly the yellow light burst in a beam and into her son locking him back into the sleep again.
Cressida's eyes seemed filled with sorrow at what she had to do what she had to do.
A gloomy afternoon shaded Savannah's sea-side boulevards in pale grays and ash tones. The hotel Saint Filipe in downtown Savannah where Caitlyn Frost and her boyfriend Detective Nicholas Falconer were staying had a large red carpeted, golden chandeliered dining room/restaurant that was swimming with gossipy guests and their well-to-do plus ones.
At a table on her own dressed in a crisp white-collard blouse tucked into shapely navy blue skirt was the witch Morgana. The sun peeked through the sky and landed on her face through the tall dining room windows bathing her in a shower of sun light that seemed to beam down from the over-cast sky just for her. She carefully and gracefully put on her large dark glasses and flipped open the newspaper to read over her lunch.
Her mission was on the surface in the world of the living was two-fold: Find Caspian's coin, or find the mortal man to make him a new one. But Morgana had an aching feeling in her stomach that Cressida didn't go to all the trouble of disappearing into the night years ago after supposed destroying the child known as THE COIN. She felt it in her soul that the child was alive, and being alive meant Cressida was the one with all of Caspian's gift powers--Morgana wanted to change all that.
Cressida's coin, where ever it was had to be destroyed, for real this time. And she would be the one to do it. Morgana wanted all of Caspian's power gifts--she would stop at nothing to kill Cressida's child, and then become pregnant herself to replace him.
"Another drink miss?" The waiter asked.
Morgana lowered her sun glasses revealing her ice blue eyes framed by the darkest brown hair the waiter had ever seen. He was entranced by her beauty and stared into her eyes as he awaited her answer.
"No thank you." She said, in a breathy voice.
As the beguiled waiter bowed his head, Caitlyn and Nick walked into the dining room to have their own lunch.
"I don't see why I can't go with you to the hospital. I'd feel so much better if I could go there with you and make sure you're going to be ok. I mean, isn't that what you'd like? More support?" Nick asked Caitlyn as they were being seated directly across from Morgana.
"Nicky, I love you." Caitlyn smiled. "But this is something I have to do, just for myself. I'm only going to go there and see what they can tell me about the birth-certificate. I need to know if it's real and if it came from that hospital, it won't take me very long and Ill be back before you know it. You can help me on other stuff …detective!" Caitlyn giggled.
"I still think I should go." Nick said, his heart knowing there was danger lurking somewhere. He could feel it deep in his skin.
Morgana couldn't help but notice Nick, his tall frame. His thick black hair. His beautiful olive skin and brown eyes that looked at Caitlyn with such sincere love and trust. His hands, thick and protecting would reach over and touch Caitlyn's so gently and soft. He was a big man but still there was a tenderness in his aura. It was appealing to Morgana. She could see how much Nick loved Caitlyn, and visa/versa. He was alluring and handsome and his energy somehow lit a spark in her that she could not shake.
All she could do was stare at him from behind her dark glasses and feel his aura all around her. There was something about him, something magical, something powerful. Morgana was sensing Nick's supernatural gifts too.
Nick felt it too.
He started to look around feverishly as if someone was calling his name.
"What is it?" Caitlyn asked as she squeezed a lemon into her water.
"Do you feel that?" Nick asked.
Caitlyn looked at him strangely. "Feel what?"
"It feels like....like someone is watching us." Nick replied.
"Nick, this is what I'm talking about. Every since we left Maine you've been acting less like a detective and more like someone on the run. Honey, what is it? Is there something going on?" Caitlyn asked. Her worry was sincere. He was beginning to scare her.
"Alright. I'll be honest. Ever since we started this whole thing I have been getting these weird..." he paused unsure of what to call what he was seeing. Were they visions? Where they messages? He wasn't sure but he knew whatever he said they were would sound crazy.
"Weird what?" Caitlyn asked.
"I can't really explain it. But I've just had a bad feeling from the start. Look, I want to be supportive and I want to help you get answers about who you are and where you came from but I can't do it blindly. I can't do it and not feel what I see what I see." Nick asked.
"You told me you weren't getting these images anymore, and that you hadn't felt this way in years. Did your visions come back? How long have you felt this way?" Caitlyn asked referencing Nick's past struggles with his supernatural gifts.
"They were gone. But....coming to Savannah, well things changed." Nick said.
Caitlyn sighed in worry. She had no idea that Nick was struggling again. Years ago they had talked about his struggles and how it was so hard for him to understand what his Native Ancestor's had bequeathed him. It was a power of knowing and seeing things but often times those visions were so scattered and confused that his brain could never decipher their answers. Being in Savannah had brought all this back and Nick was struggling with controlling it all.
"Look, I don't want you to feel this way. I remember what happened the last time and it's not fair to you to go through all of this just for me. After we have lunch why don't you go upstairs, take a nap and I'll go to the records department at the hospital. When I get back we can back and leave town. How's that?" Caitlyn asked remembering his mental break-down a few years ago due to his struggles.
"No, I can help you. It's basically my job to help in things like this." Nick said, noting his detective skills.
Caitlyn smiled, she loved him so much, she knew he would suffer so much pain to make her happy but she could not be selfish.
"Detective Falconer, this was my trip and I am ending it early. We'll leave tomorrow. Ok?" Caitlyn said with a firm grip of his hand.
Nick smiled and nodded is head.
"I'm going to make a quick call to order a cab." Caitlyn said getting up from their lunch table and kissed Nick.
Nick smiled and watched as Caitlyn turned the corner from the hotel dining room.
Morgana lowered her sun glasses and made her move.
"Excuse me, I hope I'm not interrupting." Morgana asked Nick.
"Not at all, can I help you?" Nick asked.
"The woman you were just with, was her name Julia Rumson?" Morgana said, making up a name just to have a reason to speak to Nick.
"No. Caitlyn. Caitlyn Frost." Nick said with a smirk.
"Oh. Thought she looked like an old friend. I'm...." Morgana replied extending her hand to shake Nick's before pushing out a fake name of her own to him "I'm Morgan Isles, new to Savannah. You?"
Morgana how now just given herself a mortal name Morgan Isles.
"Pleasure to meet you Morgan. Detective Falconer." Nick replied.
"Oh a detective! On a hot cause in Savannah, are you?" She asked coyly.
"Nothing like that." He replied bashfully as they shook each other's hands.
An instant jolt of power rushed through their bodies. It was an electric shock that went from their toes to the crown of their heads and it felt like the most exhilarating rush that anyone could ever feel, mortal or immortal. It was like nothing Nick had ever felt, it was like nothing he would ever feel again.
"Oh! Ha! Well, I guess I shouldn't drag my feet." Morgan said passing off the feeling as a silly static shock.
"Yeah. ...uh... yeah. " Nick said unsure of what just happened.
For Morgan Isles, it was simple: it was the sign she was waiting for. The handsome, beautiful gorgeous man she saw and met sitting at the table had connected with her in a way she could have only wished for. And it was set, in her mind, that HE would be the father of her child for Caspian so that she could inherit all the powers promised to her.
But first, before that, Morgan had much work to do. Find Cressida's vanished coin, kill it, and then seduce and conceive with Nick.
"See you around...Detective Nick Falconer." Morgan said as she replaced her sun glasses seductively.
"How did you know my name?" Nick asked, realizing he had never mentioned his first name.
Morgan held her breath. Then giggled.
"I was eavesdropping. I'm sorry. I know its a horrible thing to do, but. I couldn't help it. I just thought my old friend Julia was sitting with the most beautiful man I had ever seen and I just had to find out who he was, and if it was her." Morgan said, covering her lie.
Nick blushed.
"Oh, well, I'm sure my girlfriend would be flattered too."
"Girl...:" Morgan began to say before Caitlyn returned.
"Hello?" Caitlyn said.
"You must be this handsome man's wonderful other half, I'm Morgan."
"Caitlyn."
No hand shakes.
"I'm new to Savannah and Nick here was good enough to let me know that you were not my friend Julia....I know weird, I thought you were some else." Morgan said lying again.
"I see." Caitlyn replied.
"Well, I'll see you around." Morgan replied to Caitlyn then turned slightly to Nick and said "Both of you."
Leaving Nick, sitting still at this table and Caitlyn standing to his side with a strange feeling, perhaps they were being watched this whole time after all.
As the sun began to set, a smoky fog filled the wet streets causing the black asphalt to glisten in the street lights like thick black molasses rivers caring their way through the city.
In the hospital's E.R., Gabrielle was on her rounds, dressed in doctor's scrubs and her lab coat, checked off a few boxes on her clipboard when a sudden burst through the emergency room doors startled her in place. It was three E.M.T's with a patient who had been struck by a hit and run on down on the Savannah wharf.
Gabrielle jumped into action.
"Stats?" She asked the E.M.T's
"Found unconscious, Elevated blood pressure, fracture to the lower Tibia and a concussion."
"Exam room 4!" Gabrielle ordered. "Sir? Sir can you hear me?" She asked as she lifted his eye lid to check his pupils.
The man in his mid thirties, caramel color skin with cuts on his lips that seemed to have already scabbed over. His bald head also had cuts on it where he must have hit the pavement were also scabbed over. He was dressed in a black leather jacket that Gabrielle and a nurse quickly cut off him so that they could check his left arm that seemed be also broken.
"B.P. stabilizing." A second nurse reported.
"Sir, can you give me your name?" Gabrielle asked as the patient mumbled.
"Alright, his arms seems ok, no breaks, no fractures but we'll need get him up to x-ray to double check and then over to the O.R. to fid this leg up." Gabrielle ordered.
"Yes doctor."
As the nurses got the man ready for x-rays, he began to wake up. His body was aching, a pain he had never felt before. He growled and tried to roll over, giving him leg a quick tug causing a shooting pain to go up through every nerve and every muscle and every tendon. It was a burning pain he was not expecting, he roared in pain like a dying animal when suddenly Gabrielle injected a liquid pain killer into his I.V to stop the pain.
"You're going to be fine, sir. We're going to take good care of you. Can you me your name?" Gabrielle asked as the patient began to feel the happy drowsy feeling of the pain meds.
He looked at her, his eyes seemed to jump out in their blue/green hues against his caramel skin. She was blurry at first in his view but when she finally came into focus, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Dr. Gabrielle Loures, then he murmured his name just before he fell asleep "Pascal."
Over in the records department, Caitlyn had arrived for her appointment with one of the hospital clerks. She looked around the busy hallways and noticed the gurney with Pascal being taken out from the E.R. and up through the lobby and main elevators. Caitlyn took a deep breath. It was hard for her to see people suffer. It was hard to see people hurt. At times, she felt that she could feel their pain too. It was as if she was feeling everything they were. She quickly looked away just in time to hear the clerk call her.
"Miss Frost? Right this way."
Caitlyn took a breath and followed into the office.
"I'm sorry. They're remodeling our fourth floor offices so they've put us down here near the ER. Most of the time it's fine but when there's a big emergency we can tend to see some pretty rough intendents like that one you just saw."
Caitlyn brushed it off. "Oh, It's fine."
"What can I help you with?" The clerk asked.
"Well, about a year ago my adopted parents passed away in a house fire. We were in the process of finding out some information about my birth family but they passed away before we could get any info." Caitlyn recounted.
"Im sorry to hear that." The clerk replied.
"Thank you. They did however leave me some information that a private investigator was able to work on and locate my birth certificate here in Savannah. I was born in this hospital." Caitlyn explained.
"Oh! Ok. I'm not sure exactly what information I can find for you but I'll be happy try."
Caitlyn smiled.
Just as the clerk and Caitlyn were speaking, Gabrielle walked passed the open office door heading on her way to the elevators to check on the hit and run patient Pascal. As she waited for the elevator doors to open, she couldn't help but overhear the two women talking.
"Can you tell me the date of your birth?"
"March 10th, 1994." Caitlyn said.
The date rang like an alarm in Gabrielle's ears.
The birthdate was the same date Cressida gave birth to Caleb and the girl twin.
Gabrielle's heart sank. It was just too much of a coincidence. The same day she discovered that the missing coin was actually two coins, that the baby Caspian believed was dead was actual one of two babies Cressida was hiding from him, a woman with the same birthday just happened to be in the hospital looking for her birth records.
It couldn't be. This woman couldn't really be Cressida and Caspian's missing girl, Caleb's fraternal twin.
But Gabrielle, a doctor by trade, a powerful sorceress in truth, knew that in many instances of life there were no coincidences.
Then the elevator doors opened.
"Well Miss Frost, I have some bad news. The records seem to be very redacted and in fact, they're private. I can't reveal much to you other than what you already know." The clerk said looking at his computer screen.
"Nothing? Nothing at all?" Caitlyn asked sitting on the edge of her seat.
"I can see your birthday date, which you already know and I can see that you were named Caitlyn, and of course that you were born here and the attending obstetrician."
"Can you tell me that doctor's name?" Caitlyn asked.
"Dr. Martin Howe." He said.
"And Dr. Howe, is he still here? Do you think I can get some info from him?" Caitlyn wondered.
"Miss Frost, I'm very sorry but Dr. Howe died 4 years ago and if he did keep any of records of the children and the mother's from the maternity ward I doubt you would have any access to them. For a number of reasons, 1) you aren't allowed to look at those records because you're not with law enforcement and don't have a warrant 2) you are not a current patient with him or even at this hospital and most importantly, 3) your adoption seems to have been closed and private for a reason." The clerk replied matter of faculty.
"But..." Caitlyn began before being interrupted.
"Miss Frost, I'm, sorry but that is all I can do. I really am sorry."
Caitlyn's heart was broken but she knew that it was true. The hospital clerk had no authority to get an unredacted birth certificate that would help her locate her birth family. She resigned herself to know that perhaps this was it. She just would never know anything and perhaps that would be how it should be. She was the daughter of two people who adored her and had raised her all her life and maybe the birth family was meant to be kept secret. For good.
She gathered her things and thanked the clerk for his time and left. Disappointed. Heart-broken.
Upstairs in a small recovery room with a view of the glittering sea-side city of Savannah the man Gabrielle's patient Pascal rested. He was new to town, arriving just that day on business, but he wasn't at all unfamiliar with this part of the world or even the country. He was all too familiar with the flowing green Atlantic seas of the deep south, he was very familiar with the smell of Magnolias in the Georgian summer air. He was a son of this area, but his work, kept him gone for a very long time.
The accident on the street was a rude awakening to his return.
"How are you feeling?" Gabrielle asked, his eyes quickly fixing on the beautiful young healing witch as she looked over his chart.
He smiled but shrugged his shoulder. "Sore."
"Well, the O.R. Marked that you didn't need more than a splint on your leg after all. Strange." She said. "When I looked it over there was definitely a fracture, but I guess we should just count our blessing that that car didn't do more damage." she said as she looked him over carefully.
"The car didn't hit me. I jumped out of the way just in time. My cuts and bruises were from the fall back to the ground." Pascal explained further now that his mind was clearer to speak.
"Oh well then you are blessed." Gabrielle said with a grin.
"Blessed....yeah." he murmured back.
He was enamored with her. There was something about her. Her concern. Her touch. Her beauty. It was silly for him to feel so strongly about his doctor, a woman he literally met only a few hours before but he couldn't help it Pascal couldn't take his eyes off Gabrielle.
Gabrielle noticed the glimmer in his eye, and in truth she was attracted to him too. She knew better than to show any kind of signs to him after all she was at work and he was her patient but she missed being in love. Even if this wasn't love just yet.
So much had happened to her when she arrived in Savannah all those years ago with Mae and Cressida. The dangers of their lives in hiding constantly pulled them away from the most beautiful things in life: Happiness. Love. Making love.
Cressida swore that after the torment she suffered at the hands of Caspian when she chose to be his bride and give him a child she would never love again. Caspian was a mistake. His evil overtook her. His evil tormented her day in and day out and forced the three witches to escape him.
Gabrielle saw all of this pain first hand. But one day she did fall in love. With a man named Ashe. He was kind, and gentle and she adored him. He adored her. They met in medical school when the witches first arrived in Savannah and took up mortal names and lives. Gabrielle's medical student life took her away from the coven for a few years while Cressida and Mae built up a name for themselves as wealthy heiresses, even though no one in Savannah had ever seen their family name before: "new money" never had to truly prove themselves in Savannah circles.
As the years went by and Gabrielle and Ashe's love grew and things became more serious Cressida would often warn her coven sister of the pit-falls of being in love with a mortal and even immortal men, from experience. Gabrielle would sometimes catch Cressida looking at a photograph she kept in a secret drawer of the man she loved from a distance.
But Gabrielle and Ashe's love was not to last. They loved hard and cared for each other for 4 years until one day, in a terrible southern storm his car flew off the side of cliff and fell into the Atlantic sea. He drowned.
At his funeral, Gabrielle sobbed in Cressida's arms. She sobbed and sobbed and cried so much she felt she could have created a second sea right there at the cemetery.
She blamed Cressida. She blamed the witchcraft. She wanted it all to end and at one point even thought about exposing their whereabouts to Caspian and ending it all. She eventually came to her senses and moved on.
But was she turly ready to move on?
"Listen, I know this is super forward and I can't even believe I am saying this but, would you want to go out for some coffee? Or a drink?" Pascal asked a blushing Gabrielle.
"What?" She said almost laughing at his request.
"I knew it. That was stupid please forget it." He said now embarrassed.
"No, it ....I.... look I just haven't been on a date in a really long time." Gabrielle replied.
"Why not?" he wondered.
Flashes of her past filled her mind. The darkness of Caspian's evil. Meeting Ashe. Ashe's sudden death. The funeral. Her anger and hurt over the struggle with her beliefs in the coven then, her peace. She was ready. She actually was ready to date again.
"It doesn't matter." She smiled, knowing she could not get into all history.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just think you...well, you're so beautiful and I'm new to town and..." Pascal said.
"Yes. Coffee would be great." She replied with a grin, as she clutched his medical chart to her chest like a school girl.
"What? Really?" He asked.
"Sure. What the hell! Coffee never hurt anyone. Once you're settled in town, give me a call." She said as she scribbled her number on scratch paper and handed it him.
They looked at each other right before she left him and smiled. "See you soon." She said.
Pascal looked down at the paper and smirked. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He survived almost being run over by a car and now had a date with the gorgeous doctor that saved his life.
He stretched his aching muscles and slowly made his way from the bed to the bathroom. He switched on the light that made cracking noises as the fluorescent light flickered off on off on like a strobe then finally to a bright stead light.
Pascal remembered her forgot to call his boss when he arrived in town, all the business with the hit and run and hospital ate up all his time.
He needed to call him before it got too late.
Pascal went back to the light switch and turned it off. He walked back over to the sink and turned on only the hot water allowing the steam to float up into the mirror fogging it up. In the dark now, Pascal used his hand and whipped away part of the fogged up mirror. He could see his own muted and shadowed reflection.
Then he closed his eyes and and opened his mouth. A red beam shot from his mouth and into the mirror that turned the entire mirror into a portal to a darker place. As the portal opened and the red beam of light subsided from Pascal's mouth, Caspian appeared. He was standing in the portal, made up of the mirror, and looking through from his dark layer into Pascal's face.
"I'm sorry I didn't have contact earlier. Something happened." Pascal told Caspian.
"It's good that you finally did. I was getting worried." Caspian said sarcastically. "Have you located her yet?"
"Yes. Morgana is staying at a local hotel here in Savannah, Georgia. I have eyes on her and as soon as I can I'll track her to see if she begin to locate the coin. I will be in contact with more as soon as I can." Pascal replied.
"Good. And Pascal do not fail me again. I wouldn't want to have to punish you like the others. You really should keep that in the back of your mind at all times. Have I made myself clear?" Caspian asked cruelly reminding Pascal of his powers.
"Clear." Pascal replied.
And with the mirror returned to normal and the bathroom light switched back on with no one touching it.
Pascal's mission was to find and track the witch Morgan and make sure she did Caspian's bidding, for the tiny amount Morgan trusted Caspian, he trusted her even less.
