drawn to a small volume on my desk—the book about Woodbanes that Alyce at Practical Magick had wanted me to read. So . . . Alyce knew, too? Hunter knew? How did everyone know except me ? Did Cal know? It didn’t seem possible.
Hunter was a liar, though. I could feel the fury gathering within me all over again, like storm clouds. Hunter had also said he was Cal’s brother. I thought back. I knew that Cal’s father had remarried and that Cal had half siblings in England. But Hunter couldn’t be one of them—he and Cal seemed practically the same age.
Lies. All lies.
But why was Hunter here? Had he just decided to come to America and mess with my mind? Maybe he was Cal’s half brother and he was out to get Cal for some reason. And he was attacking me in order to hurt Cal. He was doing a damn good job of it if that was the case.
The whole thing was giving me a horrible headache. I shut the book and pulled Dagda into my arms, listening to his small, sleepy purr. I stayed there until Mary K. called me to tell me dinner was ready.
The meal was practically inedible: a vegetarian casserole that Mary K. had concocted. I wasn’t even hungry, anyway. I needed some answers.
Sidestepping a whispered question from Mary K. about Hunter, I told her I’d help her with the dishes later, then asked my parents if I could go to Cal’s. Luckily they said yes.
It started to snow again as I pulled away from the house in Das Boot. Of course I was still upset about everything Hunter had said, but I tried not to let it affect my driving. The wipers pushed snow off the windshield in big arcs, and my brights illuminated thousands of flakes swirling down out of the sky. It was beautiful and silent and lonely.
Woodbane. When I got home tonight, I would read the book Alyce had given me. But first I needed to see Cal.
In the long, U-shaped driveway in front of Cal’s house, I saw his gold Explorer and another car—a small, green vehicle I didn’t recognize. I plodded through the surface of the snowfall, feeling the ice crunch beneath my clogs. The wide stone steps had been shoveled and salted. I hurried up and rang the doorbell.
What would I say if Selene answered the door? The last time I had seen her, I was in her private library, basically stealing a book from her. On the other hand, the book was rightly mine. And she had allowed me to keep it.
Several seconds passed. There was no stirring inside, at least none that I could hear. I started to feel cold. Maybe I should have called first, I thought. I rang the doorbell again, then reached out with my senses to see who was home. But the house was a fortress. I received no answer. And then a thought occurred to me: It was spelled, deliberately shut off from magick.
Snowflakes gathered on my long hair, as if I wore a lace mantle that was slowly melting against my cheeks and eyelids. I rang again, beginning to feel unsure. Maybe they were busy. Maybe they were meeting with someone. Maybe they were having a circle or working magick or throwing a party . . . but at last the tall, heavy wooden door opened.
“Morgan!” Cal said. “I didn’t even feel you come up. You look frozen. Come on in.” He ushered me into the foyer and brushed his hand down my cold, damp hair. Light footsteps behind him made me pull back, and I looked up to see Sky Eventide.
I blinked, looking at her. Her face was closed, and I wondered what I had interrupted. Had Cal invited her here to ask her about her coven and my hair? I glanced at him for signs of irritation or wariness, but he seemed easy and comfortable.
“I should have called,” I said, looking from Cal to Sky. “I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
Tell me what I’m interrupting, I thought as Sky reached for her heavy leather coat. She looked beautiful and exotic. Next to her I felt about as exciting as a brown field mouse. I had a tingle of jealousy. Did Cal find her attractive?
“It’s all right,” Sky said, zipping her coat. “I
Hunter was a liar, though. I could feel the fury gathering within me all over again, like storm clouds. Hunter had also said he was Cal’s brother. I thought back. I knew that Cal’s father had remarried and that Cal had half siblings in England. But Hunter couldn’t be one of them—he and Cal seemed practically the same age.
Lies. All lies.
But why was Hunter here? Had he just decided to come to America and mess with my mind? Maybe he was Cal’s half brother and he was out to get Cal for some reason. And he was attacking me in order to hurt Cal. He was doing a damn good job of it if that was the case.
The whole thing was giving me a horrible headache. I shut the book and pulled Dagda into my arms, listening to his small, sleepy purr. I stayed there until Mary K. called me to tell me dinner was ready.
The meal was practically inedible: a vegetarian casserole that Mary K. had concocted. I wasn’t even hungry, anyway. I needed some answers.
Sidestepping a whispered question from Mary K. about Hunter, I told her I’d help her with the dishes later, then asked my parents if I could go to Cal’s. Luckily they said yes.
It started to snow again as I pulled away from the house in Das Boot. Of course I was still upset about everything Hunter had said, but I tried not to let it affect my driving. The wipers pushed snow off the windshield in big arcs, and my brights illuminated thousands of flakes swirling down out of the sky. It was beautiful and silent and lonely.
Woodbane. When I got home tonight, I would read the book Alyce had given me. But first I needed to see Cal.
In the long, U-shaped driveway in front of Cal’s house, I saw his gold Explorer and another car—a small, green vehicle I didn’t recognize. I plodded through the surface of the snowfall, feeling the ice crunch beneath my clogs. The wide stone steps had been shoveled and salted. I hurried up and rang the doorbell.
What would I say if Selene answered the door? The last time I had seen her, I was in her private library, basically stealing a book from her. On the other hand, the book was rightly mine. And she had allowed me to keep it.
Several seconds passed. There was no stirring inside, at least none that I could hear. I started to feel cold. Maybe I should have called first, I thought. I rang the doorbell again, then reached out with my senses to see who was home. But the house was a fortress. I received no answer. And then a thought occurred to me: It was spelled, deliberately shut off from magick.
Snowflakes gathered on my long hair, as if I wore a lace mantle that was slowly melting against my cheeks and eyelids. I rang again, beginning to feel unsure. Maybe they were busy. Maybe they were meeting with someone. Maybe they were having a circle or working magick or throwing a party . . . but at last the tall, heavy wooden door opened.
“Morgan!” Cal said. “I didn’t even feel you come up. You look frozen. Come on in.” He ushered me into the foyer and brushed his hand down my cold, damp hair. Light footsteps behind him made me pull back, and I looked up to see Sky Eventide.
I blinked, looking at her. Her face was closed, and I wondered what I had interrupted. Had Cal invited her here to ask her about her coven and my hair? I glanced at him for signs of irritation or wariness, but he seemed easy and comfortable.
“I should have called,” I said, looking from Cal to Sky. “I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
Tell me what I’m interrupting, I thought as Sky reached for her heavy leather coat. She looked beautiful and exotic. Next to her I felt about as exciting as a brown field mouse. I had a tingle of jealousy. Did Cal find her attractive?
“It’s all right,” Sky said, zipping her coat. “I
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