Morrigan walked down the steps of the Townhome quietly. After a rowdy night out at Rita’s she’d decided to sleep here, since it was closest to the bar. What she’d forgotten in her drunken state was that Eris was visiting the Night Court today, and Rhysand had given him a room here.  She winced as she placed some weight on the creaky stair a few steps down, containing her sigh of relief when, for once, it didn’t make a sound. As Morrigan reached the halfway point on the stairs, she heard a voice that had her stop suddenly.  “Come on, Eris. You’ve gotta work with us here.”  Cassian’s voice had Morrigan’s heart pounding. Why was he here? What could he possibly need with Autumn Court’s heir? Eris's scoff wafted up the stairs, sharp even after the traveled distance. “I’m pretty sure I’m already doing that, you brute. Rhysand doesn’t know truly why I’m here because *you* three didn’t want to tell him yet.”  This was all too much for Morrigan and her head began to spin. She sat down on the stairs as quietly as possibly and reached out to her cousin with her mind.  What’s wrong, Mor? Rhys responded almost instantly, sensing her panicked state.  Get to the Townhome. Eris is here with Cass and two other people. They’re planning something they’re keeping from you and I don’t know what it is.