Spellbound (2 page)

I nodded, looking at him. My feelings about him had changed so radically, so fast. I’d hated him when I met him. Now he seemed so compelling and attractive and in tune with me. What was that about? Had he changed, or had I?

Hunter straightened his shoulders. “All I’m saying is, you’ve had a hard time, a hard autumn, and so far a hard winter. Magick can help you. I can help you—if you’ll let me.” Then he turned and went to the media room as I gazed after him, and a moment later the voices quieted, and I heard Hunter asking for attention.

I peeled off my coat, dropped it on a chair, and went to join the circle.

 

Sharon’s plush media room was indeed crowded. Our coven, Cirrus, consisted of seven members: Hunter, our leader; me, Morgan Rowlands; Jenna; Matt; Sharon; Ethan; Robbie. But there were more than seven people in the room. Next to the big-screen TV, I caught sight of Robbie talking to Bree Warren. Bree—my ex-best friend, then for a while my enemy when we’d fought over Cal. What was she doing at Sharon’s house, at our coven meeting? She was a member of Kithic, the rival coven that she’d formed with Raven Meltzer and Hunter’s cousin, Sky Eventide.

“Morgan, have you met Simon?” a voice beside me said, and I turned to see Sky herself, motioning to the boy I’d thought I recognized. I realized I’d seen him at a party at Practical Magick, an occult store in the town of Red Kill. The store David Redstone had owned.

“Nice meeting you,” Simon said to me.

I blinked. “You too.” Turning to Sky, I asked, “What are you guys doing here?”

I was surprised to see a nervous look on Sky’s face, which reminded me so much of Hunter’s. They were both English; both tall, slender, incredibly blond, somewhat cool and standoffish. They were also both loyal, brave, dedicated to doing what was right. Sky seemed more at ease with people than Hunter did. But Hunter seemed stronger to me.

“Hunter and I have a suggestion,” Sky said. “Let’s get everyone together, and we’ll fill you all in.”

“Thank you all for coming,” Hunter said, raising his voice. He took a sip of his ginger ale.“We have here two covens,” he went on, gesturing around the room. “Cirrus, which has seven members, and Kithic, which has six.” He pointed them out to us. “Kithic’s leader, Sky Eventide. Bree Warren, Raven Meltzer, Thalia Cutter, Simon Bakehouse, and Alisa Soto.”

There was a moment when we were all smiling and nodding at each other, all mystified.

“Hunter and I have been thinking about joining the two covens,” said Sky, and I felt my eyebrows raise. When had this discussion happened? I wondered.

Across the room I caught Bree’s eye, and she made an I-didn’t-know-about-this-either face. Once Bree had been part of Cirrus. Once I had known all her thoughts as well as my own. Well, we were making progress: now we were speaking to each other without fighting, which was more than we’d done for months.

“Each coven is quite small,” Hunter explained. “It divides our energy and our powers. If we join, Sky and I can share in the leadership, which will make us stronger.”

“And the new coven will have thirteen members,” said Sky. “In magick the number thirteen has special properties. A thirteen-member coven will have strength and power. It will make our magick more accessible, for lack of a better word.”

“Join?” Jenna asked. Her light brown eyes flitted quickly to Raven, and I remembered her saying she could never be in the same coven as the girl who had so blatantly stolen Matt away from her. Then her glance fell on Simon, and he looked back at her. I’d seen her talking to him at the Practical Magick party. Well, good for her, I thought. Maybe the lure of Simon would outweigh her feelings about Raven.

“Thirteen sounds really big,” said Alisa, who looked young, maybe only fifteen. She had wavy golden brown hair, tan skin, and big dark eyes. “The smaller size is nicer because we know everyone and we can relax with them.”

Hunter nodded. “I understand that,” he said, and from the tone of his voice I knew he was about to flood her with logic, the way he had done with me so many times. “And I agree that part of a circle’s appeal is its intimacy, the sense of closeness and support that we get from one another. But I assure you, after a couple months of working together, we’ll appreciate the wider circle of support, the larger group of friends, the greater resource of strength.”

Alisa nodded uncertainly.

“Do we get to vote on this?” asked Robbie.

“Yes,” Sky said at once. “This is something Hunter and I have thought about a great deal. We share some of the same concerns that you might have. We do think it would be best for the two covens to merge, though, for us to join our energies and strengths. It’s what we want to do, how we want to continue on our journey of discovery. But of course, we’d like to hear what the rest of you think.”

We were all silent for a moment, everyone waiting for someone else to say something. Then I straightened up. “I think it’s a good idea,” I said. Until I spoke I wasn’t sure what my reaction would be, but now I knew. “It makes sense for us to join together, to be allies, to be working together instead of working apart.” Hunter’s eyes sought mine, but I looked at the group. “Magick can be dark and dangerous sometimes,” I added. “The more people we can count on, the better, in my opinion.”

Twelve people looked at me. I had been shy and self-conscious for seventeen years, and I knew that my class-mates, people who knew me well, were surprised at my offering an opinion so openly. But in the last month so much had happened that, frankly, I didn’t have a lot of energy left to be self-conscious anymore.

“I agree,” Bree said into the silence. I saw the warmth in her brown eyes, and suddenly we smiled at each other, almost as if it were old times.

Everyone started speaking then, and after another twenty minutes of discussion we voted and it was agreed: the two covens would merge. We would be thirteen members strong, and we would call ourselves Kithic. I hoped the end of Cirrus would help me cope with the traumatic end of Cal’s and my relationship. And I tried not to be overwhelmed by all the new beginnings in my life.

 

We had what I thought of as a “baby” circle: we didn’t actually go through the whole ritual, but we did stand in a circle, holding hands, while Hunter and Sky led us through some breathing exercises.

Then Hunter said, “As some of you have already discovered, Wicca has its frightening side.” He cast a swift look in my direction. “It’s not so surprising, perhaps, when you think that all of us have within us the capacity for both bright and dark. Wicca is part of the world, and the world can be a dark place, too. But one of the things this coven can do for you is support you and help you to conquer your personal fears. The fewer unexplored places you have within you, the easier it will be to connect with your own magick.”

“We’re going to go around the circle,” Sky said, picking up where Hunter left off, “and each of us is going to tell the group one of our great fears. Thalia, you start.”

Thalia was tall and earth-mothery looking, with long, ringlety hair and a pretty Madonna face (the saint, not the singer).

“I’m afraid of boats,” she said, her cheeks turning slightly pink. “Every time I get in a boat, I panic, and I think a whale is going to come up under it and knock me into the sea and I’ll drown. Even if it’s just a rowboat on a duck pond.”

I heard Matt stifle a snicker, and felt a twinge of irritation.

Robbie was next. He looked at Bree, then said, “I’m afraid I won’t be patient enough to wait for the things I really want.” Robbie and Bree had recently begun seeing each other, in a very cautious, uncommitted way. He was in love with her and wanted a real relationship, but so far she had shied away from anything more than fooling around.

I watched as Bree’s gaze dropped from his, and I also noticed the interested gleam in Thalia’s eyes. Weeks ago I had heard gossip that Thalia was hot for Robbie. If Bree’s not careful, Thalia will steal Robbie from her, I thought.

Ethan spoke next, with none of his usual joking around. “I’m afraid I’ll be weak and lose a really great person in my life.” I guessed he was talking about his pot smoking. Around the time he and Sharon had started seeing each other, he’d more or less given up pot, in part because he knew she didn’t like it when he smoked.

Sharon, who held Ethan’s left hand, looked at him with open affection. “I’m not,” she said simply. Then she looked at the rest of us. “I’m terrified of dying,” she said.

We kept going around the circle. Jenna was afraid she wouldn’t be brave. Raven was afraid of being tied down. Matt was afraid no one would ever understand him. I thought of telling him he should start by trying to understand himself, but I realized this wasn’t the right time or place.

“I’m afraid I’ll never be able to have what I really want,” Bree said in a small voice, looking at the floor.

“I’m afraid of unrequited love,” Sky said, her dark eyes as enigmatic as ever.

“I’m afraid of fire,” Simon said, and I jerked, startled. My birth parents had burned to death in a barn, and Cal had tried to kill me with fire when I’d refused to join the conspiracy he and his mother were part of. I, too, was afraid of fire.

“I’m afraid of my anger,” Alisa said. That surprised me. She looked so sweet.

Then it was my turn. I opened my mouth, intending to say I was afraid of fire, but something stopped me. I felt Hunter’s gaze on me, and it was as if he were shining a spotlight on the darkest recesses of my mind, urging me to dredge up my deepest fear.

“I’m afraid I’ll never know who I am,” I said, and as I said it, I knew it was true.

Hunter was last. In a clear voice he said, “I’m afraid of losing any more people I love.”

My heart ached for him. His brother had died at the age of fifteen, murdered by a dark spirit called a
taibhs
. And his father and mother had disappeared ten years ago, driven into hiding by the dark wave, a cloud of evil and destruction that had wiped out many covens, including my own birth parents’. He had a younger sister, I knew, and it occurred to me that he must worry about her all the time.

Then I looked at him and found his gaze locked on me, and my skin prickled as if the air were suddenly full of electricity.

A moment later we dropped hands and it was over. I guessed a lot of people would stay to hang out, but I felt oddly antisocial, and I went to snag my coat. The events of the last week had shaken me more than I had admitted to anyone. As of the day before, school was out officially for winter break, and it was a huge relief finally to have hours of free time in front of me so that I could try to begin processing the myriad ways my life had changed in the last three months.

“Robbie?” I said, interrupting his conversation with Bree. They were huddled close, and I thought I heard Robbie cajoling and Bree playfully resisting.

“Oh, hey, Morgan,” Robbie said, looking up reluctantly, and then Hunter’s voice was at my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as he said, “Can I give you a ride home?”

Seeing the relief on Robbie’s face, I nodded and said, “Yeah. Thanks.”

Hunter put on his leather jacket and his hat, and I followed him out into the darkness.

2

Spin

 

 

There’s something about being with someone in a car at night that makes you feel like you’re the only people in the world. I had felt that way three weeks ago, when Cal kidnapped me, spelled me so I couldn’t move, and drove me to his house. That night, alone in the car with Cal, it had been unspeakably bad: pure panic, fear, anger, desperation.

I felt differently tonight, with Hunter by my side. Recently, when it became clear that he might have to stay in Widow’s Vale for a while, he’d bought a tiny, battered Honda to replace the rental car he’d been driving. The small space inside felt cozy, intimate.