by L. J. Smith
“Exactly. Which is just plain stupid,” Deborah insisted.
“No,” Cassie said. “Scarlett is innocent, I swear.”
Diana frowned at her sympathetically. “I’m sorry, Cassie. But it’s too suspicious that Scarlett would just happen to know where you were last night after the accident. This appears to be the proof we’ve been looking for all along.”
“It’s the principal,” Cassie shouted. “I can feel it in my bones.”
Adam responded to Cassie softly, guardedly. “We haven’t been able to dig up a single suspicious thing on the new principal. He’s clean, Cassie.”
Even Adam wasn’t willing to side with Cassie this time. She could plead with him, with all of them, all afternoon, but it was useless—they’d already made up their minds to not believe her. Cassie turned to Nick, desperately, thinking if anyone might back her up, it would be him. But Nick was stone-faced, unwilling to rebel against the status quo on this.
Faye rose up and positioned herself in the middle of their huddle. “I say we go down to the docks after school and have a word with Scarlett.”
“We should do the witch-hunter curse on her,” Deborah yelled out.
Diana went to Faye’s side, crossed her arms over her chest, and nodded. “I agree,” she said. “Who’s with us?”
An assemblage of hands went up.
“But we should have a full Circle to do it. Otherwise we might not be strong enough.” Diana beheld Cassie in her gaze. “So are we a complete Circle or not?”
Cassie turned to Adam. His eyes were filled with longing and love, urging her to trust them, to trust him. And she wanted to trust Adam, she really did.
“Cassie,” Nick said. “If Scarlett’s not a hunter, the spell won’t work on her. This could be your chance to prove yourself right.” He smiled gently, giving a nod toward Diana and Adam. “And prove them wrong.”
“That’s true,” Melanie said to Diana. “If we perform the curse on Scarlett and she’s not a hunter, then she’ll know what we are.”
“I know that,” Diana said with confidence.
Cassie raised her eyes to Diana’s. “You’re that sure,” she said, “that you’d be willing to expose the Circle to a harmless, good-intentioned Outsider.”
“I’m that sure.” Diana stared back at Cassie without anger or hatred, but with utter conviction.
“Then I’m with you,” Cassie said in a hushed tone, almost to herself. “We’ll go to the docks after school today.”
Chapter 17
The group cruised along the picturesque coastline of the New Salem waterfront until they reached the docks where Scarlett worked. On the way, Diana had taken Cassie aside and thanked her for coming with them. She said she felt bad about going against Cassie’s wishes, but insisted it was for the safety of the group as a whole.
Cassie forced herself to sound agreeable and said she understood. What use was it bumping heads with Diana now? And besides, like Nick said, this encounter might prove once and for all that Scarlett was just a regular girl with no intentions of harming the Circle. Then Cassie would be free to be her friend.
Overhearing Cassie and Diana’s apparent truce, Adam took Cassie’s hand in his. He was still holding it now as Diana addressed the group.
“Are we all clear on the plan?” Diana asked. Her blonde hair shimmered in the sun, and she had the self-possession of a commander in chief.
Deborah’s eyes gleamed with the desire for combat. “We draw her out, we circle her, and then we cast the witch-hunter curse.”
“No,” Adam corrected Deborah. “We circle her, and we get all the facts.”
“That’s right,” Diana said. “We should try to get as much information out of her before we cast the curse.” She paused. “Especially since we’re not entirely sure what’ll happen once we do.”
Cassie couldn’t think about that part. The only way she would get through this was by continuing to believe in Scarlett.
“There she is.” Laurel pointed to the side exit of the Oyster Bar. “She must be on a break.”
“Perfect,” Faye said. It was plain to see that her blood was boiling with excitement. She charged ahead of the group, leading the way.
Scarlett saw them coming almost immediately. Anyone in their right mind would have become alarmed at the sight of this angry mob of twelve approaching, but Scarlett smiled wide and started waving to them, heaving her skinny arm back and forth as if she needed to catch their attention.
“She’s bluffing,” Faye said, as they continued their approach. “Don’t fall for it.”
But Faye didn’t even have to say it. Not one of them faltered or fell out of step. Before Scarlett could even say “Hello,” they had her surrounded.
Finally she began to catch on that something peculiar was happening, that she was in trouble. “What’s going on?” she asked, turning, circling, trying to locate Cassie in the ring of heavy-breathing bodies around her.
The scene couldn’t have gone down more smoothly. They were positioned on the side of the Oyster Bar, where it was desolate except for the occasional busboy going to the Dumpsters. Scarlett was trapped. No one would even hear her scream.
Only Cassie could save her now.
“Scarlett,” she said. “We need the truth from you, or else you’re going to get hurt. My friends think you had something to do with my car accident. I don’t believe that. But I need you to prove to them that you’re innocent.”
Scarlett’s round, dark eyes softened. “Is that what this is about? Of course I had nothing to do with that.”
“What about the lighthouse?” Diana’s voice was stern. It sounded more like a threat than a question.
“What about it?” Scarlett asked.
“You burned it to the ground,” Faye shouted.
“I what?” Scarlett began to lose her cool. “Why would I do something like that?” Her survival instincts set in, and Cassie knew that it wasn’t far off now, the moment of truth.
Adam narrowed in on her. “Who are you working with?”
“At the Oyster Bar?” Scarlett was trembling now, like a cornered street cat poised to strike.
“Answer the question,” Diana said. “Who are you working with?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Scarlett cried out and ran for Cassie then, for help. The Circle moved in closer on her, blocking any exit. But Faye saw Scarlett’s rushing at Cassie as a direct threat and swiftly reacted. She raised her hands and called out, “By the power of this Circle, I call on Hecate!”
Time slowed down for Cassie in that moment. She could see the shock on Scarlett’s face and the fury in Faye’s eyes. She could hear Diana screaming out, No, not yet!
But Faye was unstoppable. She appeared to take on giant proportions the instant she called on Hecate, as if she embodied the form of the dark Goddess herself. She seemed to grow to seven feet tall, and her honey-colored eyes blackened like marbles. She cast the first part of the witch-hunter curse with the power of thunder.
Curse this ancient hunter who aims to harm me
Acts of evil now return threefold to thee!
The sky above Faye’s outstretched hands reddened and spiraled into a violent funnel-like cloud. She harnessed it toward her, drew it in, and molded it with one swirl of her charmed fingertips into a ball of fire. As she tossed it from one hand to the other, the Circle chanted the Latin words they’d memorized—dark, unfathomable words they barely understood—until Faye heaved the fireball at Scarlett like a heavy stone.
But Scarlett shocked them all. With one swift motion she caught the roiling fire in her hands and burst it between her palms. “Be it undone!” she called out, the classic defense spell.
Within seconds, Faye shrunk back down to size and toppled over sideways onto the ground. The opening in the sky stitched itself closed, and the light of day returned to normal.
“How do you know the defense spell?” Cassie asked.
But even as the question left Cassie’s l
ips, she knew there could only be one explanation. Scarlett wasn’t a witch hunter. She was a witch, like them.
Deborah and Suzan ran to Faye to see if she was okay. Slowly, they got Faye to her feet, but she appeared dazed and wobbly.
Scarlett turned to Cassie. Her dark eyes were still enflamed from the spell. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way,” she said.
Adam stepped forward, astonished. “You’re a witch?”
Scarlett nodded and turned again to Cassie. “I wanted to tell you since the moment we first met.”
“Why didn’t you?” Diana asked.
“I was waiting for the right time,” Scarlett said.
“You’re a witch?” Cassie asked, repeating Adam’s words and stunned tone verbatim.
“Not just any witch.” Scarlett smiled shyly. “I’m your half sister.”
“What?” Cassie could hardly breathe. “How?”
“We have the same father,” she said. “Black John.”
Scarlett observed the shock in each of their faces. “I came to this town trying to escape the witch hunters, just like you are now. Back home, we were discovered.”
She turned to Diana, somehow understanding she was the Circle’s leader. “The hunters killed my mother,” she said. “And they marked me. I came here to get the protection of the Circle.”
“So you knew about us,” Melanie said.
“Yes.” Scarlett reached for Cassie and took both her hands in her own. “My mother grew up in this town. I knew I had a sister out here my entire life, and I wanted to meet her.”
This was almost more than Cassie could bear. The whole world started to spin, and she thought she might actually be dreaming, but then Diana spoke up, loudly jolting her from her haze. “So Cassie was right all along,” she said.
Diana put one slender hand on Cassie’s shoulder and the other on Scarlett’s. “Please accept my apology,” she said. “Our apology. To both of you. We should have had more faith.”
“I accept,” Scarlett said, smiling.
But Faye’s husky voice crashed the sentimental moment. Apparently, she’d regained her strength. “How do we know you’re not lying, Scarlett? What proof do you have for any of these claims?”
Deborah answered for Scarlett, and for the group. “When she knocked you on your behind by deflecting your curse,” she said, “that was proof enough for me.”
“Me too,” Suzan said, laughing.
Faye smirked. “I mean about being Cassie’s half sister.”
“She’s telling the truth,” Cassie said. “I think, deep down, I’ve known it all along.”
Diana turned to Faye. “I think it’s time for us to trust Cassie on this. Obviously, her sight wasn’t clouded after all.”
One by one, everyone expressed their apologies to Scarlett. Even Melanie, who’d wanted so badly to believe Scarlett had been the hunter responsible for killing her great-aunt Constance, put aside her desire for retribution and shook her hand.
“We misjudged you,” Melanie said. “I’m sorry.”
It was hardly enough, considering they’d just tried to kill her, but it was all anyone could say.
The apologies were for Cassie, too. But Cassie didn’t need anyone’s apology—she had been right. She knew she felt connected to Scarlett, she just knew it! What a relief it was to have the truth come out at last.
Adam appeared as relieved as she was. He went to Cassie and wrapped his arms around her.
“I should have never doubted you,” he said.
“That’s okay,” Cassie said. “You can remember that for next time.” She hugged Adam back and, as she did, she caught sight of Nick looking on. He was the only one who’d stuck with her when everyone else was so sure Scarlett was evil. She would have to remember to thank him later, when they had a moment alone together.
Chapter 18
Cassie always dreamed of having a sister, of having someone to confide in and share secrets with, someone who would always stick by her no matter what. Cassie and Diana had promised to be sisters to each other, the sisters neither of them had. But that wasn’t going so well these days, or at least not like they thought it would. But now she had this, a real sister. Well, a half sister, but still, Scarlett was real. Cassie wasn’t an only child anymore.
That night, Cassie invited Scarlett to sleep over at her house. She had this urge to learn everything she could about her as soon as possible. Not to grill Scarlett on what she knew of their father and the witch hunters, though of course that was important, too, but everything about her. There was plenty of time for Scarlett to share everything she knew about the hunters with the Circle. But tonight was just about them. They deserved that much.
Cassie’s mother was away visiting friends in Cape Cod, so the girls had the whole house to themselves. Cassie was relieved, because she wasn’t sure yet how to broach the subject of Scarlett with her mother. How exactly does one even begin such a conversation? “Mom, the love of your life, who turned out to be evil? He also had another child.” Especially with a mother like Cassie’s, who would always rather hide from the past and pretend it doesn’t exist. Her mother would stick her head in the sand like an ostrich and live that way forever if she could. Finding out Cassie had a half sister, and worse, that her husband had another daughter with a different woman, might be more than she could handle. It would take a lot of groundwork on Cassie’s behalf to prepare her mother for such a shock.
But for tonight, they could just be sisters. She felt herself slip into an immediate playfulness, as if she and Scarlett were trying to make up for the childhood they had been robbed of sharing. For the first few hours, they did all the traditional sleepover things. They ordered a pepperoni pizza and laughed too loud. They painted each other’s nails with sparkled purple nail polish and wolfed down chocolate ice-cream sundaes till they had stomachaches.
Then they both changed into their pajamas, and Scarlett pinned Cassie’s hair back in two intertwined French braids. Cassie brushed through Scarlett’s long waves of wild red hair and couldn’t help but ask, “If you didn’t dye your hair, would it be the same color as mine?”
“Yup,” Scarlett said. “Look at our eyebrows; they’re the same shade of brown.”
“And our noses are shaped the same.”
“That’s true,” Scarlett said. “We both have the same perfect button noses.”
“Do you hate peas?” Cassie asked ridiculously.
“I do, but I don’t think that’s genetic.”
“You don’t understand.” Cassie was giggling uncontrollably. “I hate peas so much, I swear it’s in my DNA.”
Scarlett cracked up.
Having a sleepover with Scarlett was nothing at all like having one with Diana. Diana always behaved like a serious adult. She rarely loosened up enough to just be silly. But silliness was no problem for Scarlett. Even though she was a witch, she didn’t always act like one. And even though she’d suffered through intolerable tragedy and loss, she wasn’t mired in somberness. First and foremost, Scarlett was a girl who wanted to have a little fun, and that was a much-needed breath of fresh air to Cassie.
They stayed up late into the night talking. The outside world grew quiet and sleepy and finally silent while Cassie and Scarlett remained awake sharing stories. And as the hours passed, their conversation drifted into deeper waters. In hushed tones, Scarlett filled Cassie in on many of the gaps in their family history.
“I always sensed I was different,” she said. “Even before I knew I was a witch.”
“I know what you mean, believe me.” Cassie brought her knees in toward her chest. “I never felt at home anywhere. I always felt like a freak.”
“And the dreams and nightmares,” Scarlett said.
Cassie nodded. “Mostly the nightmares.”
“And the strange things that would happen every time I got angry.” Scarlett’s voice rose a bit. “That was really the kicker.”
Cassie nodded more rapidly. The similarities between them we
re uncanny. Cassie wanted to tell Scarlett about the darkness she sometimes felt inside. Not only the bad feelings triggered by certain people, like the new principal, for example, but that other darkness. The one deep down that she could hardly admit to herself existed. Did Scarlett feel that, too? Did she fear there was some sinister piece of Black John lodged in her soul, infecting and clouding it like a cancerous smoker’s lung? But before Cassie could muster up the courage to ask such a question, Scarlett’s round face turned deathly serious.
“And when I first touched hematite,” she said. “The feeling in my chest was—”
“I know!” Cassie screamed out. “Me, too!”
“It’s my working stone,” Scarlett said.
“Mine, too,” Cassie said.
Scarlett grinned knowingly, as if she suspected as much. “It’s a truly rare occurrence, you know. To have hematite as your working stone.”
Cassie turned away for a second, feeling ashamed. She had to remind herself that she didn’t have to be embarrassed of her connection to Black John, at least not with Scarlett.
Scarlett watched her patiently. “It’s okay,” she said. “I know this is a lot to digest.”
She does feel it, Cassie thought. Scarlett understood the mortification of Cassie’s deepest secret. Scarlett endured that same crushing darkness dormant inside herself.
The air between them momentarily quieted, and Cassie knew this was her chance to ask about their father. “It’s because of him,” she said. “That hematite works for both of us. Right?”
Scarlett nodded. “I’d say that’s most likely the reason.”
“Did you know him?” Cassie asked, not having to utter their father’s name.
Scarlett shook her head. “No. But my mom told me stories. Didn’t yours?”
Cassie blushed, shamed by her own mother’s shortcomings. “Not really.”
“Our moms were best friends growing up,” Scarlett said. “Did you know that?”
Cassie searched her memory for any recollection of her mother talking about old friends, but she came up blank. “No,” she said, disappointed. “I don’t know much at all about my mother’s past.”