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Authors: L. J. Smith

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“Oh, well, it all turned out okay,” Cassie said quickly. She didn’t like him talking about what he sensed in her. It was too dangerous. “Anyway, thanks for walking me home. This is where I go up.”
With a final smile, she turned away and quickly climbed the narrow path. She couldn’t believe it. She’d pulled it off! The relief that flooded her was actually painful, and when she reached the top of the path and saw her house, her knees felt weak. Oh, thank you, she thought, and started for it.
“Wait,” a ringing, authoritative voice behind her said.
I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy, Cassie thought. Slowly, keeping her face expressionless, she swiveled to look at him.
The faint light from above reflected off the planes of his face as he stood on the bluff with the ocean behind him. Those high cheekbones, those humorous, expressive lips. There was no humor now. His eyes were as keen and piercing as when he had stared after Jordan and Logan that day on the beach, radiating a power she didn’t understand, frightening her. They frightened her now.
“You’re good,” he said. “But I’m not completely stupid. There’s something you’re not telling me, and I want to know what it is.”
“No, you don’t.” The words escaped her lips before she could stop them, but their flat sincerity was unmistakable. “I mean—there’s nothing I’m not telling you.”
“Listen to me,” he said, and to her dismay he stepped closer. “When I first met you,” he said, “I had no idea you were one of us. How could I? But I knew that you were different than that phony friend of yours. Not just another pretty girl, but somebody special.”
Pretty? He thought I was pretty? Cassie was thinking wildly. The clear, despairing calm was leaving her, and she clung to it desperately. Look cool and blank, she ordered herself. Politely inquiring. Let
nothing
show.
Adam’s blue-gray eyes were flashing now, his odd, proud face clearly revealing his anger. But it was the hurt in the depths of those eyes that confused Cassie most.
“You weren’t like any girl I’d met on the outside—you could accept mysterious things—even mystical things—without being afraid of them or trying to destroy them on sight. You were . . . open. Tolerant. You didn’t automatically hate and reject anything different.”
“Not as tolerant as Diana. Diana’s the most—”
“This hasn’t got anything to do with Diana!” he said, and Cassie realized that he meant it. He was so completely honest and straightforward that betrayal had never even entered his mind.
“I
thought
,” he went on, “that you were someone I could trust. With my life, even. And when I saw you hold out against Jordan—a guy practically twice your size—I knew I was right. It was one of the bravest things I’d ever seen—and all for a stranger. You let him
hurt
you for my sake, and you didn’t even know me.”
Show
nothing
, Cassie thought. Nothing.
“And afterward, I felt something special with you. A special understanding. I can’t explain it. But I’ve thought about it ever since. I’ve thought about you a lot, Cassie, and I was just waiting to tell Diana about you. I wanted her to know that she was right, that there were some outsiders who could deal with us, who could be trusted. Who might be friends of magic. She’s been trying for a long time to get the Club to believe that. I wanted to tell her that you’d opened my eyes—in a lot of ways. After I left you, I even seemed to see more when I went out on fishing boats looking for the Master Tools. I’d look for islands while we were out laying the lines, and all of a sudden I felt like I could see clearer—or as if the ocean was revealing things. Helping me. I wanted to tell Diana that too, and see if she could explain it.
“And in all that time,” Adam finished, turning the full power of his blue-gray gaze on Cassie, “I was never sorry I’d given you the chalcedony rose—even though we never do that with outsiders. I hoped you’d never be in enough trouble to need it, but I wanted to be there for you if you were. If you’d ever done what I told you, held it tight in your fist and thought of me, I’d have known, and I’d have tracked it down, no matter where you were. I thought you were that special.”
Was it true? Cassie wondered dizzily. All those times she’d held the stone—but she’d never held it clenched in her fist and thought only of him. She’d never followed his instructions because she’d never believed in magic.
“And now I get back—and find you’re not an outsider after all. Or only half. I was
glad
to see you here, and to hear you’d joined the Circle. And from what Diana’s said, she saw how special you were right away too. But I couldn’t tell her I knew you—because for some reason you didn’t want people to know. I respected that; I kept my mouth shut and figured you’d explain when you could. And instead—” He gestured all-inclusively. “This. You’ve been giving me the brush-off all week, and now you act as if nothing ever happened between us. You even call on the Powers against me, to make me believe a lie. And now I want to know
why
.”
There was a silence. Cassie could hear the waves below, like soft, rhythmic thunder. She could smell the clear, cold night air. And finally, as if compelled, she raised her eyes to his face. He was right; she couldn’t lie to him. Even if he laughed at her, even if he
pitied
her, she had to give him the truth.
“Because I’m in love with you,” she said, simply and quietly. And then she wouldn’t let herself look away.
He didn’t laugh.
He was staring, though, as if in disbelief. Not understanding what he thought he’d heard her say.
“That day on the beach, I felt something special too,” she said. “But I felt—more. I felt as if we were . . . connected somehow. As if we were being pulled together. As if we belonged together.”
She could see the confusion in Adam’s eyes—like the whirling, spinning confusion she’d felt when she’d discovered Kori’s body.
“I know it sounds stupid,” she said. “I can’t even believe I’m saying this to you—but you asked for the truth. Everything I felt that day on the beach was wrong, I know that now. You’ve got
Diana
. Nobody in their right mind would want anything more. But that day—I had all sorts of stupid ideas. I actually thought I could see something connecting us, like a silver cord. And I felt so close to you, as if we understood each other. As if we were
born
for each other, and there was no point resisting it. . . .”
“Cassie,” he said. His eyes were black with emotion. A look of—what? Utter disbelief? Revulsion?
“I
know
it’s not true now,” she said helplessly. “But then I didn’t realize. And when you were standing so close to me, looking down at me, I thought you were going to—”
“Cassie.”
It was as if her words had conjured something magical out of the air, or as if her own perceptions had been sharpened. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw it again. The silver cord. It hummed and shimmered, more powerful and vibrant than ever, linking them. It was as if her heart was directly connected to his. Her breath was coming faster and faster, and she lifted her eyes to his face in bewilderment.
Their gaze held. And in that instant Cassie recognized the emotion that had darkened those blue-gray eyes before.
Not disbelief, but realization. A dawning understanding, and a wonder that made Cassie’s knees feel weak.
He was . . . remembering, she thought. And seeing what had happened between them in a new light. Realizing on a conscious level just what he had actually felt that day.
She knew this as clearly as if he had told her in words. She knew
him
. She could feel every beat of his heart, she could sense the world through his eyes. She could even see herself as he saw her. A fragile, shy creature of half-hidden beauty, like a wildflower in the shadow of a tree, but with a core of shining steel. And just as she could see herself, she could feel his feelings about her. . . .
Oh, what was
happening
? The world had gone still, and it contained only the two of them. Adam’s eyes were wide and dazed, the pupils enormous, and she felt she was falling into them as he looked down at her. A lock of his hair had fallen onto his forehead, that marvelous, tangled wavy hair that was all the colors of autumn in New England. He was like some woodland god who’d come out in the starlight to court a shy tree nymph, and he was irresistible.
“Adam,” she said. “We . . .”
But she never got to finish. He was too close to her now; she could feel his warmth, feel their electrical fields merging. She felt his hands cupping the backs of her elbows. Then slowly, slowly, she felt herself being drawn toward him until his arms were around her, embracing her fully. The silver cord could not be denied any longer.
Chapter 16
        
 
 

C
assie should have pushed him away, should have run from him. Instead, with a gasp, she buried her head in his shoulder, in the comfort of his thick Irish sweater. She could feel his warmth all around her now, anchoring her, keeping her safe. Protecting her. He smelled so good—like autumn leaves and wood fires and ocean wind. Her heart was pounding.

It was then that Cassie knew what
forbidden love
meant. It meant this, wanting this much, and feeling this wonderful, and knowing it was
wrong
. She felt Adam pull away from her slightly. She looked up at him and knew that he was as overwhelmed as she was.
“We can’t,” he said in a thick voice. “We
can’t
. . .”
Gazing up at him, seeing only his eyes, the color of the ocean that night when it had whispered to her to drown in it, Cassie’s lips moved to form a soundless “No.” That was when he kissed her.
And in that instant all coherent thought was lost. She was swept away by a salty wave of sheer
feeling
. It was like being caught in a riptide, sucked under, tumbling helplessly head over heels with no way to stop. She was dying, but so sweetly.
She was trembling, boneless. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have fallen. No boy had ever made her feel this way. In the wild and raging confusion there was nothing to do but surrender, to give herself up to it entirely.
Each shock of sweetness was greater than the last. She was almost senseless with delight, and she no longer even wanted to resist. Despite the wildness, the abandon of it, she wasn’t afraid. Because she could trust him. He was leading her, wide-eyed and wondering, into a world she’d never known existed.
And still he was kissing her and kissing her—they were both intoxicated, dizzy with the madness of this. She knew her cheeks and throat were wildly flushed; she could feel the heat they made together.
She never knew how long they stood that way, locked in an embrace that should have melted the rock around them. She only knew sometime later that without letting go of her, he was guiding her to sit on a granite outcrop. Her breath slowing, she buried her face again in his shoulder.
And found peace there. The uncontrollable passion had given way at last to a warm and languorous drowsiness. She was safe, she belonged. And it was so simple, so beautiful.
“Cassie,” he said, in a voice she’d never heard him use before, and at the sound of it her heart dissolved and went out of her body, evaporating through the soles of her feet and her palms and her fingertips. She would never be the same again.
“I love you,” he said.
She shut her eyes without speaking. She could feel him rest his parted lips against her hair.
The silver cord had wrapped them in a shining cocoon, like still, moonlit water all around them. The wildness was over. Everything was so peaceful, so hushed. Cassie felt that she could float here forever.
My destiny, she thought. She’d found it at last. Every moment of her life had been leading to
this
. Why had she been so afraid of it, why had she ever wanted to escape it? There was nothing here but joy. She would never have to feel afraid again . . .
And then she remembered.
A shock of pure horror lashed through her. Oh, God, what have we
done
? she thought.
She pulled away so sharply that he had to catch her to keep her from falling backward. “Oh,
God
,” she said, feeling the horror sweep away everything else inside her. “Oh, God, Adam, how could we?” she whispered.
For a moment his eyes were unfocused, open but unseeing, as if he didn’t understand why she had broken into their beautiful trance. But then she saw realization come, and his silver-blue gaze shattered. Raw anguish shone out of his eyes.
Still in his arms, still looking up at him, Cassie began to cry.
How could they have let this happen? How could she have done this to Diana? Diana, who had rescued her, who had befriended her, who
trusted
her. Diana, whom she loved.

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