Demon kissed.

Hastily with her feet stomping on the muffled fur rag that run across the hallway, Morgan led the group to a quiet room with minimal furniture, only three chairs were available, yet Morgan did not care that it was less than the people in the room.

She did not send for any new furniture and simply sat in her chair, gazing on her company as if they were insects.

"Rebecca you can have a seat; I do not want you fainting because you stood for too long. We would not want to hold a second funeral now, would we?" Morgan's voice was smooth yet full of sarcasm.