Chapter 19

(Morrigan’s P.O.V)

After walking upstairs to our bedroom, I close the door and sit on the bed to call Lysander. The phone rings twice before he answers.

“Hey Morrigan, I’m surprised you’re calling me. You just left! I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to your leaving feast, I had business to take care of in Khisfire.”

“Hey L, it’s okay though you did miss one hell of a show.”

“Yeah, your sister told me about that. I’m going to be speaking with your father about it here in the next day or so when I get back to Eferhile.”

“Well, I wanted to speak to you about it because I noticed something funny during the incident. The fog that was created wasn't Fae magic. It was magic from your kingdom. Do you know of any dark spell casters or anything similar happening in Khisfire?”

Lysander pauses for a minute to think.

“What did the fog smell like? Or did it even have a smell?”

“It didn’t have a smell at all, at least that I could tell.”

“What color was it?”

“Umm purple.”