The Thursday night event changed each year. It had been a fashion show one year, and capture the flag the next. This year the SGA had settled on a “midnight movie.” After negotiations with the headmistress, the movie’s start time had been pushed back to ten o’clock.
Unfortunately, “Ten p.m. Movie” just didn’t have the same ring to it.
And so it was that at five minutes to showtime, clustered on an enormous blanket that was still too small for the five of them, Rolfe, Raja, Ade, and Jackie sat with 336
Ashline, waiting for the movie to begin. Top to bottom, the gradual hill behind the faculty lodge was covered with Blackwood students. From a bird’s-eye view it would have looked like a patchwork quilt of quilts.
An SGA representative swooped by with a crazed grin on her face and delivered a basket—no, a cowboy hat—
full of treats. Popcorn, chocolate-covered raisins, a cornu-copia of sodas. She flitted off to deliver the next gift package as Rolfe savagely ripped open the plastic packaging.
Soon the exterior floodlights dimmed. The outdoor projector, which rested on a roll cart just a few yards from their blanket, purred to life. As the tripod-mounted speakers crackled on, the projectionist fiddled with the projector until the image focused on the white screen hanging from the faculty lodge.
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.
They all laughed; the cowboy hat filled with goodies suddenly made sense.
The movie barely made it past the opening scene before two pale blurs came streaking wildly through the maze of student-covered blankets. Bobby Jones raced over the hill wearing a cowboy hat and nothing else, while another naked soccer player joined him, using his fingers to fire imaginary bullets at Bobby’s back. They hooted and hollered, and the entirety of the hillside exploded with laughter. Monsieur Chevalier, one of the faculty chaperones, stood up from his lawn chair and clambered up the grassy hill, but Bobby merely took his hat, used it 337
like a fig leaf to cover the little Jones, and raced off into the forest.
The laughter subsided and the audience mellowed, including the other occupants of Ashline’s blanket. Raja and Rolfe hadn’t wasted any time getting cozy. Having her head pressed against his collarbone was enough to make him stop shoveling popcorn into his mouth.
Ashline, however, was more interested in the other pair. Jackie was jabbering at Ade without pause. She must have touched on every topic from what it was like to grow up in Canada, to his culinary interests, to questions like: did he eat only Haitian food at home? And what was his workout regimen? It must be pretty intense, because (squeeze, squeeze) wow those biceps were defined.
All the while Jackie was slowly edging her way across the blanket, an inch at a time until her thigh touched his. Apparently confidence had come as a bonus with her contact lens purchase.
Even more intriguing, Ade couldn’t stop smiling. Ash spied his arm sliding stealthily behind Jackie, until he found the courage to hug her waist. All in all, it was far more entertaining than the spaghetti western on-screen.
She eventually stopped eavesdropping for privacy’s sake, but she couldn’t help but look sullenly at the empty space on the blanket next to her. She was sandwiched between two couples and quickly forgotten in the realm of the fifth wheel.
Perhaps sensing this, Rolfe leaned over Raja, who had 338
fallen asleep in his arms. He checked to make sure that Jackie was engrossed in conversation before he whispered,
“Any progress on figuring out who you are?”
Ash fished around in the cowboy hat until she found one of the bags of chocolate-covered raisins. “All I’ve got so far is a name . . . Pele. Apparently a volcano goddess.”
Rolfe stiffened. If Ashline didn’t know any better, the expression that had come over his face was . . . déjà vu? No—recognition. Whatever it was soon passed, and Rolfe snickered. “Pele? Sounds more like a hula dancer.”
“Or a type of quail,” Ash added. “I honestly haven’t done any research beyond that. Guess I should take an interest in my future, or past, or . . . whatever. But for the next month I just want to focus on passing spring semester.”
“Honestly, the less you know, the better.” He moved a tress of hair out of Raja’s closed eyes. “I looked into Norse mythology to get some background on Baldur, and maybe get a glimpse into my future as the god of light.”
“And what did you see in the crystal ball?” She offered him the candy bag.
“Well, on the downside,” he said, “I apparently got stabbed through the heart with a mistletoe dart. But on the bright side, I apparently had really, really nice hair, as white as snow.” He popped a raisin into his mouth and tugged at his bangs. “Apparently the Norse didn’t have a word for ‘dirty blond.’”
Raja stirred and opened her somnolent eyes halfway.
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“Only chicks can have dirty blond hair, idiot. On guys it’s called ‘sandy.’ And did you say something about mistletoe?”
Rolfe plucked a bouquet of grass and held it over the space between them. “Here you go.”
She closed her eyes expectantly and tilted her chin upward.
Rolfe let the grass go. It sprinkled all over her hair and face.
“Asshole!” She tussled her hair, trying to get the lawn trimmings out. Before she could put up a fight, Rolfe wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her to him in a passionate kiss.
Ashline awkwardly turned her attention back to the movie. When the kiss had ended, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Raja inhale a slow and shaky breath.
“That was nice,” Rolfe whispered. “And now I have to take a leak.”
Raja swatted at him and missed as he popped up to his feet. “Way to kill the mood, jerk.”
He shrugged unapologetically and pointed at himself. “Sorry, darling. I’m the god of light, not the god of love.” A few of the surrounding movie-watchers gave him strange looks, but he ignored them and staggered off toward the woods.
Raja shook her head, but she couldn’t hide from Ashline the smile etched into her face.
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return. Raja’s smile waned to impatience, then concern.
“Christ, how much soda did he drink?” she asked.
“I know,” Ash said. “It’s not like the girls’ bathroom either; there’s no line to pee on a tree.”
Raja didn’t laugh.
Ash sighed. Yet another inappropriately timed joke. “Come on,” she said, standing up. “We’ll mount a two-woman search party.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Ash yanked Raja to her feet. “You shouldn’t go wandering the woods alone, goddess of the under-world or not. And if we find him, I’ll leave you two alone to have some private time in the forest.”
The only light when they stepped into the woods was the faint flicker cast from the movie screen. There was no sign of Rolfe anywhere nearby.
Raja frowned. “Maybe he got a little forest-shy and decided to use a real bathroom?”
Ash held up a hand to quiet her. Where she had thought there had been only silence before, she heard a strange rustling coming from the forest ahead, a whisper like a rope stretching during a game of tug-of-war. And then they heard a familiar girl’s voice. “Come on,” the girl whispered.
Ash and Raja exchanged glances and power walked forward. It sounded like the voice and the rustling were coming from somewhere up ahead and to the right, and—
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the bizarre events of the last week, Ash couldn’t have been prepared for this.
Lily stood in profile wearing a low-cut velvet dress clearly inappropriate for gallivanting in the cold woods at night. One of her straps had fallen from her shoulder and was hanging at waist level to reveal a lacy bra underneath.
Next to her, flattened against a tree, was Rolfe. His arms and legs were bound to the trunk of the redwood by vines that had coiled around a
ll of his major joints, pulling his body taut. He wheezed painfully as his spine dug into the rigid bark. Vine tendrils continued to spring from the earth and out of the tree, covering his body but leaving his face exposed.
He turned his head to the side as Lily leaned into him, so preoccupied with passion that she remained oblivious to the new arrivals. “Come on,” she whispered. “I’m leaving for Vancouver tomorrow. This is your last chance. No one’s going to know.” Her hand cupped his face, and she pressed her chest to his through the vines. “Stop being a baby and enjoy this, Rolfey.”
“You kinky little bitch!” Raja shouted, unable to restrain herself anymore.
If Lily was at all surprised to see them, she hid it well.
“Can I help you two?” She pulled the fallen strap back up to her shoulder.
“Yeah,” Raja said. “You can start by getting your hands off my boyfriend.”
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I want. Eve was right about the lot of you.” Her gaze tracked from Ash to Raja and back to Rolfe, whose futile squirming was only causing the vines to pull tighter. “So much potential to go out and experience the world, and you just want to lie low and cling to each other.”
“My sister is disturbed,” Ash said. “Whatever poison she’s feeding you—”
“The only thing that’s poisoned me is this.” She pointed toward Blackwood. “This . . . captivity! I’m done with this school. I’m done with this prude surfer wan-nabe. And you . . .” She turned her attention to Raja.
“Why don’t you shut your ugly mouth and go build a pyramid.”
Ashline reached out to hold Raja back, but wasn’t quick enough. Raja plowed forward with her hands outstretched. Whether she intended to wrap her fingers around Lily’s neck or to rip her dress, Ash would never know, because Lily swung her hand outward in a crushing blow that caught the side of Raja’s head and flung her flat onto her back.
Lily loomed over her and brought her fist back, preparing to send another vicious strike home.
Her fist was coming down when the air quivered around them. The vibrations struck Lily in the rib cage like a fastball. She slammed torso-first into a tree, rico-cheted off, and hit the ground. When she pulled herself to her feet, she sucked in a pained breath and clutched her ribs where she had connected with the redwood.
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“I don’t know what’s going down here,” Ade said from the gap in the trees where he’d appeared, “but I’m guessing you deserved that.”
Still crouched, Lily held up her hands. Sharp thorns slid out from beneath her fingernails. Like an animal Lily launched herself forward with claws bared, this time channeling her rage at Ade.
She made it only two thirds of the way to him. Rolfe, who had snapped free of his bonds now that Lily’s concentration was diverted elsewhere, grabbed her out of the air by the scruff of her neck. He dangled her in front of him like a cat that had misbehaved and said, “No means no.”
She lashed out with her claws, but he simply hurled her away, high into the air. She was prepared this time.
As she was hurtling toward the redwood, she dug her nails into the bark and clung to the tree. From her shadowy perch twenty feet above them, her eyes fluoresced yellow, and Ashline feared she would swoop down on them again, consumed by the need for revenge.
Instead she howled explosively, flipped herself around, and clamored up the trunk with feline grace. The canopy high above rustled. Then there was silence.
Rolfe helped Raja to her feet. For a tense minute they stood in a stunned semicircle watching the stygian forest expectantly for another attack. The silence was broken only by a new arrival from the opposite direction. It was Jackie, her owl-like eyes wide and frantic in a way that 344
was classic Jackie. “Guys, they’re canceling the movie because of the thunder. It’s not safe to be out here in the woods.” It finally registered on her face that weather might be the least of their problems. “I’m sorry. Did I just interrupt a serious game of spin the bottle or something?”
Ade, thinking on his feet, guided her by the shoulders out of the forest. “Come on. Before curfew you need to help me pick out a tie for tomorrow that matches your dress.”
“Sure,” she agreed hypnotically. The pangs of lust steamrolled over any interest she’d had in the weird forest meeting.
After the two of them had gone, Ash examined the welt on Raja’s cheekbone. “Doesn’t look too bad. With any luck you won’t have a shiner for the ball tomorrow.
Does it hurt much?”
“I’ll live.” Raja bristled. “I’m more pissed that I didn’t land a punch or two before that little bobcat scampered away.”
Rolfe stepped up behind her and tenderly massaged her shoulders. “I still can’t believe that just happened.
I’ve heard of people taking rejection poorly, but that . . .”
His ashen face suddenly lit up. “Hey, am I crazy, or did I hear you refer to me as your boyfriend a few minutes ago?”
“You’re crazy.” Raja slapped his massaging hands away.
“I’m afraid I heard it too,” Ash apologized, and couldn’t help but smirk.
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Raja just growled in frustration and headed back for the hill, grumbling something about “a lapse of judgment” and “the heat of the moment,” while Rolfe practically galloped behind her with glee.
Now alone, Ashline’s knees trembled and she knelt down on the moist forest floor, if only to gather her thoughts.
Lily . . .
Eve had somehow gotten to Lily. But the creature who’d attempted to sexually assault Rolfe, before she’d then tried to crush Raja’s skull and rip open Ade’s throat
. . . How could she be the same soft-spoken girl they thought they’d known?
“I guess what they say is true,” Ash whispered to the sullen forest.
It was the quiet ones you had to watch out for.
Ashline wasn’t taking any chances.
Over the last three school nights, Ashline had managed to unconsciously light her bed on fire, sear a handprint into Colt’s chest, and transform a tennis ball into a flaming missile. She wasn’t sure what more she could possibly do in her sleep —burn down the faculty lodge?
Napalm the chapel?
No, she wasn’t going to take any chances.
The idea was to think arctic. In the hall bathroom she filled a bowl with cold water and then placed it on the floor of her bedroom, next to the bed. Despite the chill 346
of the spring night, she grudgingly opened the window to let the cool saturate her room. Then she climbed under her covers and let one hand dangle off the bed, just at the right length so that her fingertips would dip beneath the surface of the water.
It looked ridiculous, and she knew she was just as likely to roll away from the bowl of water or tip it over in her sleep. But if it kept her brain in cold mode overnight and prevented any spontaneous combustion, then she would happily sacrifice comfort if it meant keeping herself from burning down Blackwood the night before the masquerade ball.
Sure enough, when she woke around three in the morning, she found the bowl on its side. She climbed out of bed; the little rug was squishy and frigid beneath her bare feet.
Time for plan B.
The basement of the residence hall rarely saw any action. It consisted of a series of study rooms that Ashline had never heard of a single girl actually using. It also housed a kitchen with a working refrigerator and a stove, but since the students weren’t doing much in the way of baking, and they didn’t exactly have leftovers from the dining hall to place in the fridge, the residents of East Hall only ever used it for ice.
Ice was exactly why Ashline was tiptoeing down to the basement in her pajamas and moccasins in the middle of the night. Maybe a small reservoir of ice water in her 347
stomach would lower her temperature enough to extinguish any fires she might dream up. She was so delirious with fatigue at this point tha
t she was becoming increasingly apathetic about her mission to stay flame-free. She just needed sleep.
Ash scooped ice into a plastic cup until it was stacked to the brim before she went over to the sink and filled the rest with water. She was sipping her ice cocktail and heading for the stairwell when she heard the giggling.
It had come from one of the study rooms, strange and creepy since none of the lights were on in any of them.
She was just starting to convince herself that the girl’s voice had been the hallucinations of some half-conscious dream, when she heard it again.
Ash flipped on the light in the first study room.
Empty. So was the next.
But when she came to the third, her hand hesitated on the switch. Back in the recesses of the unlit room, she could make out two things. Her blood ran colder than the glass of ice water in her hand.
Spotlighted by the moonbeams streaming through the single back window, Serena sat in one of the cushy study chairs with her cane clasped between her knees.
She was smiling and saying something inaudible to her companion.
Hulking over her was one of the Cloak. If it hadn’t been for its burning blue eye, its obsidian body might have just appeared to be an extension of the darkness.
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It sensed her presence at the same time Serena did.
Ash flipped the switch, but by the time she blinked so that her eyes would adjust to the sudden burst of halogen light, the Cloak had evaporated, its oily body absorbed into the wall behind it.
“Serena!” Ash rushed forward and knelt down next to her. “Are you okay?”
Serena gawked at her quizzically. “Of course. Where did my friend go?”
“Your friend?” Ash echoed and placed her hands roughly on Serena’s shoulders. “Do you know who you were talking to?”
“He’s the guy I’ve been telling you about,” she said innocently. “That was Jack. Is he as handsome as he sounds?”
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