The Power
L. J. Smith
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BOOKS BY L. J. SMITH
THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
Volume I: The Awakening
Volume II: The Struggle
Volume III: The Fury
Volume IV: Dark Reunion
THE SECRET CIRCLE TRILOGY
Volume I: The Initiation
Volume II: The Captive
Volume III: The Power
The Night of the Solstice
Heart of Valor
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Copyright © 1992 by Lisa Smith and Daniel Weiss Associates, Inc.
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For Lauren and Brian, who know love is the Power
THE SECRET CIRCLE
Volume III
ONE
"Diana, I have a little surprise for you," Faye said.
Diana's emerald eyes, with their thick sooty lashes, were swimming already. She still hadn't recovered from the shocks of tonight, and her face was strained as she stared at Faye.
Well, there was worse to come.
Now that it was finally going to happen, Cassie felt a curious sense of freedom. No more hiding, no more lying and evading. The nightmare was here at last.
"I suppose I should have told you before, but I didn't want to upset you," Faye was saying.
Her eyes burned golden with a savage inner fire.
Adam, who wasn't stupid, glanced from Cassie to Faye and obviously came to a quick, if shattering, conclusion. He swiftly cupped a hand under Diana's elbow.
"Whatever it is can wait," he said. "Cassie ought to go and see her mother, and – "
"No, it can't wait, Adam Conant," Faye interrupted. "It's time Diana found out what sort of people she has around her." Faye whirled to face Diana again, her pale skin glowing with strange elation against the midnight-dark mane of her hair. "The ones you've chosen," she said to her cousin. "Your dearest friend – and him. The incorruptible Sir Adam. Do you want to know the reason you couldn't make it as leader? Do you want to know how naive you really are?"
Everyone was gathering close now, staring. Cassie could see varying degrees of bewilderment and suspicion in their expressions. The full moon shining from the west was so bright that it cast shadows, and it illuminated every detail of the scene.
Cassie looked at each of them: tough Deborah, beautiful Suzan with her perfect face marred by a puzzled frown, cool Melanie, and graceful, elfin Laurel. She looked at Chris and Doug Henderson, the wild twins, who were standing by the slinking figure of Sean, and at icily handsome Nick behind them.
Finally she looked at Adam.
He was still holding Diana's arm, but his proud, arresting face was tense and alert. His eyes met Cassie's and something like understanding flashed between them, and then Cassie looked away, ashamed. She had no right to lean on Adam's strength. She was about to be exposed for what she was in front of the entire Circle.
"I kept hoping they would do the decent thing and control themselves," Faye said. "For their own sake, if not yours. But, obviously – "
"Faye, what are you talking about?" Diana interrupted, her patience splintering.
"Why, about Cassie and Adam, of course," Faye said, slowly opening her golden eyes wide. "About how they've been fooling around behind your back."
The words fell like stones into a tranquil pool. There was a long moment of utter silence, then Doug Henderson threw back his head and laughed.
"Yeah, an' my mom's a topless dancer," he jeered.
"And Mother Teresa's really Catwoman," said Chris.
"Come on, Faye," Laurel said sharply. "Don't be ridiculous."
Faye smiled.
"1 don't blame you for not believing me," she said. "I was shocked too. But you see, it all started before Cassie came to New Salem. It started when she met Adam down on Cape Cod."
The silence this time had a different quality. Cassie saw Laurel look quickly at Melanie.
Everyone knew that Cassie had spent several weeks on the Cape last summer. And everyone knew that Adam had been down in that area too, looking for the Master Tools. Cassie saw the dawning of startled understanding on the faces around her.
"It all started on the beach there," Faye went on. She was obviously enjoying herself, as she always enjoyed being the center of attention. She looked sexy and commanding as she wet her lips and spoke throatily, addressing the entire group although her words were meant for Diana. "It was love at first sight, I guess – or at least they couldn't keep their hands off each other. When Cassie came up here she even wrote a poem about it. Now how did that go?" Faye tilted her head to one side and recited:
"Each night I lie and dream about the one Who kissed me and awakened my desire I spent a single hour with him alone And since that hour, my days are laced with fire."
"That's right; that was her poem," Suzan said. "1 remember. We had her in the old science building and she didn't want us to read it."
Deborah was nodding, her petite face twisted in a scowl. "I remember too."
"You may also remember how strange they both acted at Cassie's initiation," Faye said.
"And how Raj seemed to take to Cassie so quickly, always jumping up on her and licking her and all. Well, it's very simple really – it's because they'd known each other before. They didn't want any of us to know that, of course. They tried to hide it. But eventually they got caught. It was the night we first used the crystal skull in Diana's garage – Adam was taking Cassie home, I guess. I wonder how that got arranged."
Now it was the turn of Laurel and Melanie to look startled. Clearly they remembered the night of the first skull ceremony, when Diana had asked Adam to walk Cassie home, and Adam, after a brief hesitation, had agreed.
"They thought they were alone on the bluff – but somebody was watching. Two little somebodies, two little friends of mine . . ." Lazily, Faye worked her fingers, with their long, scarlet-tipped nails, as if stroking something. A flash of comprehension lighted Cassie's mind.
The kittens. The damned little bloodsucking kittens that lived wild in Faye's bedroom.
Faye was saying the kittens were her spies? That she could communicate with them?
Cassie felt a chill at her core as she looked at the tall, darkly beautiful girl, sensing something alien and deadly behind those hooded golden eyes. She'd wondered all along who Faye had meant when she talked about her "friends" who saw things and reported back to her, but she'd never imagined this. Faye smiled in feline satisfac
tion and nodded at her.
"I have lots of secrets," she said directly to Cassie. "That's only one of them. But anyway,"
she said to the rest of the group, "it was that night they got caught. They were – well, kissing.
That's the polite way to put it. The kind of kissing that starts spontaneous combustion. I suppose they just couldn't resist their lustful passions any longer." She sighed.
Diana was looking at Adam now, looking for a denial. But Adam, his jaw set, was staring straight ahead at Faye.
Diana's lips parted with the quick intake of her breath.
"And it wasn't the only time, I'm afraid," Faye continued, examining her nails with an expression of demure regret. "They've been doing it ever since, stealing secret moments when you weren't looking, Diana. Like at the Homecoming dance – what a pity you weren't there.
They started kissing right in the middle of the dance floor. I guess maybe they went somewhere more private afterward ..."
"That's not true," Cassie cried, realizing even as she said it that she was virtually confirming that everything else Faye had said was true.
Everyone was looking at Cassie now, and there was no more jeering from the Hendersons.
Their tilted blue-green eyes were focused and intent.
"I wanted to tell you," Faye said to Diana, "but Cassie just begged me not to. She was hysterical, crying and pleading – she said she would just die if you found out. She said she'd do anything. And that," Faye sighed, looking off into the distance, "was when she offered to get me the skull."
"What?" said Nick, his normally imperturbable face reflecting disbelief.
"Yes." Faye's eyes dropped to her nails again, but she couldn't keep a smile from curling the corners of her lips. "She knew I wanted to examine the skull, and she said she'd get it for me if I didn't tell. Well, what could I do? She was like a crazy person. I just didn't have the heart to refuse her."
Cassie sank her teeth into her lower lip. She wanted to scream, to protest that it hadn't been that way . . . but what was the use?
Melanie was speaking. "And I suppose you didn't have the heart to refuse the skull, either,"
she said to Faye, her gray eyes scornful.
"Well ..." Faye smiled deprecatingly. "Let's put it this way – it was just too good a chance to miss."
"This isn't funny," Laurel cried. She looked stricken. "I still don't believe it – "
"Then how do you think she knew where to dig up the skull tonight?" Faye said smoothly.
"She stayed over at your house, Diana, the night we traced the dark energy to the cemetery.
And she snuck around and figured out where the skull was buried by reading your Book of Shadows – but only after she stole the key to the walnut cabinet and checked there." Gleeful triumph shone out of Faye's golden eyes; she couldn't conceal it any longer.
And nobody in the group could deny the truth of Faye's words any longer.
Cassie had known where to dig up the skull. There was no way to get around that. Cassie could see it happening in face after face: the ending of disbelief and the slow beginning of grim accusation.
It's like The Scarlet Letter, Cassie thought wildly as she stood apart with all of them looking at her. She might as well be standing up on a platform with an A pinned to her chest.
Helplessly, she straightened her back and tried to hold her chin level, forcing herself to look back at the group. I will not cry, she thought. I will not look away.
Then she saw Diana's face.
Diana's expression was beyond stricken. She seemed simply paralyzed, her green eyes wide and blank and shattered.
"She swore to be loyal and faithful to the Circle, and never to harm anyone inside it," Faye was saying huskily. "But she lied. I suppose it's not surprising, considering she's half outsider.
Still, 1 think it's gone on long enough; she and Adam have had enough time to enjoy themselves. So now you know the truth. And now," Faye finished, looking over the ravaged members of the Circle, and especially her deathly still cousin, with an air of thoughtful gratification, "we'd probably better be getting home. It's been a long night." Lazily, smiling faintly, she started to move away.
"No." It was a single word, but it stopped Faye in her tracks and it made everyone else turn toward Adam.
Cassie had never seen his blue-gray eyes look this way before – they were like silver lightning. He moved forward with his usual easy stride. There was no violence in the way he caught Faye's arm, but the grip must have been like iron – Cassie could tell that because Faye couldn't get away from it. Faye looked down at his fingers in offended surprise.
"You've had your turn," Adam said to her. His voice was carefully quiet, but the words dropped from his lips like chips of white-hot steel. "Now it's mine. And all of you" – he swung around on the group, holding them in place with his gaze – "are going to listen."
TWO
"You've told the story your way," Adam said. "Some of it's been close to the truth, and some of it's been just plain lies. But none of it happened exactly the way you told it."
He looked around the Circle again. "I don't care what you think of me," he said, "but there's somebody else involved here. And she" – he glanced at Cassie, just long enough for her to see his blue-gray eyes, still shining like silver – "doesn't deserve to be put through this, especially not tonight."
A few of the coven members, notably Laurel and Melanie, looked away, slightly ashamed.
But the rest simply stared, angry and mistrustful.
"So what's your side of the story?" Deborah said, scowling. Her expression said she felt she'd been taken in, and she didn't like it.
"First of all, it wasn't like that when Cassie and I met. It wasn't love at first sight . . ."
Adam faltered for a moment, looking into the distance. He shook his head. "It wasn't love.
She helped me, she saved me from four outsider guys with a gun. The witch-hunting kind of outsiders." He looked hard at Chris and Doug Henderson.
"But she didn't know – " Deborah began.
"She didn't know what I was, then. She didn't know what she was. Witches were something out of fairy tales to her. Cassie helped me just because I needed help. These guys were after me, and she stashed me in a boat and sent them all off running in the wrong direction down the beach. They tried to get her to tell where I was, they even hurt her, but she didn't give me up."
There was a silence. Deborah, who admired physical bravery above all other qualities, looked quizzical, her scowl smoothing out a little.
Faye, though, was squirming like a fish trying to get off a hook, and her expression was unpleasant. "How sweet. The brave heroine. So you just couldn't resist fooling around with her."
"Don't be a jerk, Faye," Adam said, giving Faye's arm a little shake. "I didn't do anything with her. We just – " He shook his head again. "I told her 'thank you.' I wanted her to know that I wouldn't forget what she'd done – remember, at the time I still thought she was an outsider, and I'd never known an outsider who did anything like that for one of us. She was just this nice outsider girl; sort of quiet and pretty, and I wanted to say 'thanks.' But when I was looking at her I suddenly felt – as if we were connected somehow. It sounds stupid now, maybe, but I could almost see this connection..."
"The silver cord," Cassie whispered. Her eyes were full, and she wasn't aware she'd spoken aloud until she saw faces swing toward her.
Melanie's eyebrows went up and Diana looked startled too, maybe just at hearing Cassie break the silence she'd kept so long. Suzan's rosebud lips were pursed into an O.
"Yeah, I guess that was what it looked like," Adam was saying, staring off into the distance again. "I don't know – it was just this confused impression. But I did feel grateful to her, and I would have liked her for a friend – how about that, an outsider friend?" There were murmurs of amusement and unbelief. "And," Adam said, looking straight at Diana, "that's why I gave her the chalcedony rose you gave me."
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p; No murmurs this time. Grim silence.
"It was a token of friendship, a way to repay a debt," Adam said. "I figured if she ever got in trouble, I could sense it through the crystal and maybe do something to help. So I gave it to her – and that was all I did." He looked at Faye defiantly, and then even more defiantly around the group. "Except – yeah, right – I did kiss her. I kissed her hand."
Laurel blinked. The Henderson brothers looked at Adam sideways, as if to say he was crazy but they guessed it was his own business what bits of girls he kissed. Faye tried to look scornful, but it didn't come off very well.
"Then I left the Cape," Adam said. "I didn't see Cassie again until I came back up here for Kori's initiation – which turned out to be Cassie's initiation. But there's one other important thing. In all the time I talked to Cassie I never told her who I was or where I was from. I never told her my name. So whatever she came up here and did – whatever poems she wrote, Faye – she didn't know who I was. She didn't know Diana and I were together. Not until that night when I showed up on the beach."
"So I suppose that's a good reason for pretending you didn't know each other, for sneaking around behind everybody's back and meeting each other," Faye said, on the offensive again.
"You don't know what you're talking about," Adam said tightly, looking as if he'd like to shake Faye again. "We didn't sneak anywhere. The first time we ever talked alone was the night the skull ceremony in Diana's garage went wrong. Yeah, that night on the bluff when your little spies saw us, Faye. But d'you know what Cassie said to me in our first conversation alone since we'd met? She said she was in love with me – and that she knew it was wrong. Ever since she'd found out it was wrong, ever since she realized that I wasn't just some guy on the beach, but Diana's boyfriend, she'd been fighting against it. She'd even taken an oath – a blood oath – not to ever show anybody, by word or look or deed, how she felt about me. She didn't want Diana to find out and feel bad, or feel sorry for her. Does that sound like somebody who's trying to sneak around?"
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