Damon found Morgana as soon as he stepped through the side gate of the garden, still smelling of the forest and with the energy of training pulsing beneath his skin.
The sun was already high, casting light on the rose bushes lining the stone path, and she sat on the white iron bench near the central fountain, perfectly upright, as if she had been placed there on purpose to wait for him.
Morgana didn't seem surprised to see him; in fact, it seemed she already knew the exact moment he would step back onto the property. Her eyes followed him as he approached, assessing him with that sharp calm she always possessed.
"We need to talk," she said bluntly, her voice firm but not cold.
