Morgana was forcing herself to take deep breaths. She, Elijah, Freya, Hayley and Marcel had all gone back to the bell tower to try and locate Rebekah. Not only that, but Grendel still hadn't returned, and it was making her even more anxious.
"So where is Klaus?" Hayley asked.
"When I told him about Rebekah, he said he'd pursue another lead," Freya replied.
"Forget Niklaus," Elijah said. "You will find her."
"Now, you sure you got enough juju for a worldwide locator spell?" Marcel asked.
Freya shot him a look. "She's my family. I won't lose her."
She joined hands with Morgana over the bowl of Elijah's blood and began chanting the spell. Then she poured the blood on the map, and they waited. It spread across the map, but never settled on one place.
"Damn it," Freya cursed.
Morgana ran her hands through her hair.
"So much for witch GPS," Hayley muttered.
Under different circumstances, Morgana would've laughed.
"I assumed they'd cloak her," Freya said. "I didn't expect a spell this strong."
"No doubt conjured by the very witch who lured Rebekah into this trap," Elijah said.
"You should all go. I have my work cut out for me."
"The Strix trust me," Marcel said. "If they know where Rebekah is, I can find her."
"We don't have time," Elijah argued. "You need to stop Davina from activating Lucien and Tristan's weapon."
"We need to find Rebekah."
"Marcel, I will not rest until my sister is found."
Given that Morgana was standing across from Freya, of course she ended up between both men in this instance. She could feel the testosterone surging.
"All right, fine," Marcel grumbled. "I'll handle Davina."
He left.
"Well, in the meantime, please tell me we're gonna kill someone," Hayley said.
"Oh, we will kill many someones," Elijah assured her. "But first, if we are to start a war, let us determine where our allegiances lie."
They left. Morgana turned to Freya. "I'm gonna get some things from my apartment."
When she returned with said things--spellbooks and binders full of various spells that belonged to no book in particular--they spent nearly the entire day searching for and trying different ways to find Rebekah.
Marcel decided to pop by. "Anything?"
"I can't find the continent she's on, let alone the city," Freya replied, slamming a book on the table.
"Maybe you just need something of hers, maybe a, a hairbrush, or--"
"Her blood is in my veins," she cut him off. "That should be enough."
After over twenty-four hours, Grendel chose that moment to come racing in. He launched himself at Morgana, who caught him.
"Took you long enough," she muttered. "Anything?"
He looked high-strung. He bowed his head, and she took the cue to place her head on his.
Images flashed by, all from Grendel's height--legs, feet, the occasional face, streets and alleyways, building after building, the light grew darker, the crowds thinned, the light grew bright again and the crowds returned--finally, she saw it. A stylish apartment--a penthouse, probably. Cami was there, looking absolutely frustrated and slightly nervous. Lucien came out of one of the rooms, and Morgana was thrown back in present time.
