Morgana's Final Warning
Carl adjusted the rearview mirror with trembling hands. The reflection staring back at him was not that of the 34-year-old businessman who had left home that morning. Those striking blue eyes, full lips, and long, perfectly styled blonde waves belonged to a stunning woman. He blinked. The reflection blinked back. He cautiously raised a hand to his face, feeling the impossibly soft skin beneath his fingertips. "No, no, no... This can't be real," he whispered. But the voice that emerged from his throat was soft, melodic, and unmistakably feminine. For three years, Carl had been leading a double life. On one side was his comfortable, predictable marriage to Amanda. On the other was the overwhelming passion and mystery of Morgana. There had always been something enigmatic about Morgana, something almost mystical that Carl had dismissed as part of her charm. At least, until the night before. Tired of empty promises and being kept in the shadows, she had finally confronted him....