He was so uncertain about everything that was going on around them. He was uncertain about what was happening between them. If they were back in Widow's Vale, she would have flung a blunt object at his head or hurled witch fire towards him but she didn't even show any signs of wanting to do that. He was so mad at Cal for making such suspicion a reality. He was using Morgan as part of his and Selene's plan, and he had to tell Morgan this. Even though Hunter Niall barely showed it, he was very hurt by the accusations Morgan made towards him. He knew that maybe she didn't mean it but when he spent so long trying to fight the darkness he had become, in her eyes the very thing he despised.
He glanced over her, his cool expression never faltering. "I'm sure this wouldn't be the first time you would feel compelled to call me insane." He couldn't let her know how much he feared her very being. She wasn't learned, but she was so new and alert. He resisted a surprised look at her demand and, instead, stuffed his hands in the pockets of his low-slung jeans. He didn't say anything about how he thought she would hurt him. She knew that. She could read it in his very body language. His expression remained the same as she confessed how he had been right all along about Cal. It was a shock to him that she would admit it so openly. He wanted to track down the bastard and kill him himself just for hurting her. For putting non magick users at risk.
Hunter's eyes widened briefly. "That isn't possible. Morgan, I've been gone for days. I disappeared. Didn't you notice? I, as some strange act of fate ended up her. There is no International Witches Council, there is no.. there isn't anything here." His very dismay came out in his voice. His own disappointment with himself that he couldn't find anyone who could help either of them. He was supposed to be the one with the answers, damn it.