Twenty Eight
FOR THE HUNDREDTH time Morgan’s eyes slid over the bare wash stand, the dresser, and the small window of his bedroom through which the day’s feeble muted light shone. He should be happy. He should be feeling light and energetic. He only needed to figure out what it was within him that was changing and then he would know why his powers were increasing. From there, it was just another small step to knowing what his destiny was.
He nearly laughed. What inside him wasn’t changing? Never had he experienced so much in his life. Never had he known so many people, had so many friends, been so self–confident—and then there was Adriana.
That stopped his train of thought. Adriana. Goodness, she’d been so upset the day before at Lord Byron’s. She’d nearly been in tears when she’d told
