Chapter Ten
Morgan couldn't decide where to stare. At the crowd of people staring disbelieving at her. At her sister who was as dumbfounded as she was. At Igraine who seemed to be the only person smiling as though a surprise she'd been waiting decades to unveil was finally revealed. Or at the large knight looming over her who wasn’t looking at her in disbelief at the conundrum they found themselves in. As Arthur helped her to her feet, he looked at her with resignation.
Morgan decided that her best bet would be to close her eyes. None of this could be real. Either she was dreaming or she was drunk.
Drunk made the most sense. She had a bottle of hooch in her bag to celebrate. Half of the contents were to drink; the other half would be for later to use in distilling some chemicals.
But t
