Exton

Smoke still rises from the black hole on the far side of the property. All the bad food had been dumped in it, as well as the two kitchen chairs. A few other things had gone into the hole, meaning anything they couldn't cleanse of Morgan's stink.

Ron had run for pizza somewhere near midday. The remnants of the second lies in the now scrubbed refrigerator. The small galley smells like lemon and pine cleaners. Thankfully Morgan didn't linger in any of the other rooms.

There was no sign of a spell cast anywhere on the boat, not even on the dock. Was it dumb luck that Morgan hid out here? Or had she known? Keon stares out over the water, brooding over what turns his life has taken, and the loss that eclipses anything he has dealt with before.

There is a sound on the gravel drive and he watches Ron lean into the car. When he asks Keon if he wanted to go to the Tavern, the Dark Lord shakes his head, and waves as the young redhead calls his goodbyes. Dark eyes gaze back over the lake, watching the mers as they find the banks in the deeper shadows.

Of all the things in his thoughts, one stays adamant. He is not taking Mera to Faerie. His bloodkin would treat her like a disease, a deformation in their bloodline. They can go play with the kahligars for all he cared right now. His beautiful little one was going to learn what it was to be loved.

His thoughts are jarred by the ringing of his cell. He answers to hear Erik's voice letting him know that he would like to take Star home and would it be alright for them to take Mera. Keon nods before he remembers the man can't see him.

"Aye lad. Take her to yer home. I will come to ye there as I can. I am finishing with a few things here first. There is something important I would like ta discuss wi' ye."