Spellbound (11 page)

“What about someone who used to be a witch?” I asked, thinking of how David had been stripped of his magick. David was in Ireland, but Hunter must know other witches whose magick was bound.

“That’s a thought,” Hunter agreed, “although I pretty much know the location of the ones I’ve had to work against, and none of them are anywhere nearby.” He put down his mug. “I’d better get cleaned up,” he said, wincing as he stretched his arm. Automatically I followed him to the downstairs bathroom.

He snapped on the light. The room was small, unreno vated, with old-fashioned white tiles. It was scrupulously clean, and he started rummaging in the medicine cabinet. I perched on the edge of the tub. “I have something to tell you,” I said.

He turned to look at me. “That sounds ominous.” With careful movements he stripped off his dark, ripped sweater and the torn T-shirt underneath. Then he was wearing only his jeans, and I was trying not to stare at his naked, muscled chest. He was much fairer than Cal, his skin a smooth ivory color, and he had more chest hair than Cal. It was a golden brown and stretched from beneath his collarbone down in a V to where it disappeared into his pants, at eye level to where I was sitting. My mouth went dry, and I tried to focus on the large scrapes that sullenly oozed blood along his side.

When I dragged my eyes up to his face, he was looking at me with an almost glittering awareness. Wordlessly he handed me a wet washcloth, then held his arm away from his side.

Oh, I thought, standing up and starting to wash away the blood and dirt. My fingers tingled where they touched him. He turned for me, and I saw his back had been scraped as well, though not as badly. His skin was smooth, and he had pale freckles across both shoulders. I remembered that he was half Woodbane. He and Cal had the same father.

“Do you have a Woodbane athame?” I asked. “The birth-mark?”

“I do, actually,” he said. “Do you?”

“Yes.” I dropped the washcloth in the sink and reached for the antibiotic ointment.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said with a wolfish smile.

Mine was under my left arm, on my side. Since I couldn’t see his, I could only assume it was somewhere under his pants. My mind couldn’t even begin to go there, so I said nothing.

“Don’t you want to know where mine is?” he asked teasingly, and I could feel my blush starting at my neck and working its way upward. He leaned over me and brushed my hair over my shoulder, then traced my jawline with one finger. I remembered the way he felt, pressed against me, and most of my coherent thoughts fled.

“No,” I said unconvincingly, lost in his eyes.

“I want to know where yours is,” he breathed, his mouth close to mine.

The idea of his hands under my shirt, roaming over my skin, almost made my knees buckle. “Uh,” I said, trying to talk myself out of whipping off my shirt right there. Focus. Come on, Morgan.

“Cal called me tonight,” I blurted.

His hand fell away from my cheek.
“What?”
His voice reverberated loudly off the tiles.

“On my way over here. He sent me a witch message. I heard it in my head.”

Hunter stared at me. “Why didn’t you tell me right away?”

I just looked at him, and then he realized what had happened as soon as I got here.

“Right. I’m sorry. Well, what did he say? Could you tell where he was? Do you know where he is? Tell me everything.” Moments before he had been playful and flirtatious; now he was intense, all business.

“There’s nothing much to say,” I explained. “I was driving here, and suddenly I heard Cal say, ‘Morgan.’ That’s all. I was totally freaked and sent my senses out to find him but didn’t feel him anywhere. I mean, I didn’t feel a thing. And that was all he said.”

“Do you know where he is?” Hunter demanded, holding my shoulders. “Tell me the truth.”

“What do you mean? I
am
telling you the truth! I don’t know where he is.” I stared at him in bafflement. How could he think I might lie about something so important to both of us?

“Cal! That bastard,” Hunter snapped, letting go of me. His hands clenched into fists, and the bathroom seemed too small to hold his rage. “Are you sure he didn’t say anything else?”

“I’m positive. I already told you.” I returned his glare. “Why are you treating me like a criminal? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

A muscle in his jaw flickered. But he didn’t reply directly. Instead he shot questions at me like bullets. “Did you feel at all different? Is there a period of time you don’t remember? Anything that feels confusing or odd?”

I realized what he was getting at. “Wouldn’t I know if he’d put a spell on me?”

“No,” Hunter said disdainfully. “He’s a piss-poor witch, but he knows more than you do.” He looked deeply into my eyes, as if he would see the spell reflected there. Then he turned away. I felt embarrassed and angry. Hunter was hurting my feelings, and I felt myself closing off to him. Especially when he wheeled back to me and added, “You’re not holding anything back from me, are you? You’re not feeling some idiotic urge to protect him because he’s such a bloody stud and you still want him even after he tried to kill you?”

My mouth fell open, and my hand had shot up to slap him when it hit me: he was jealous. Jealous of my past with Cal. I stood there with my hand in the air as I tried to process this.

“Goddess, that bastard!” Hunter said. “If he’s here, if I find him . . .”

Then what? I wondered. You’ll kill him? I couldn’t believe Hunter, cool, reserved Hunter had turned into this furious person I barely recognized in a matter of seconds. It frightened me.

“Hey, are you lot almost done in there?” Sky called from the other room.

“Yes,” I called back, wanting to get away from Hunter. I wondered why on earth I had thought telling him would make me feel better or safer.

 

“This is one of the most useful rituals there is,” said Sky almost half an hour later. I was finding that Sky’s circle was different from any circle I’d attended: the fact was that whoever was leading a circle naturally imbued it with their aura, their power, and their whole persona. It was fascinating to see how different leaders cast different circles. So far I liked Sky’s circle.

“I’d like to teach you how to deflect negative energy,” said Sky. “This isn’t something to use if you’re under attack or in real trouble. It’s more like something gentle and constant to surround yourself with in order to reduce negativity in your life and increase your positive energy.”

I glanced at Hunter, thinking, He could use some positive energy right about now. His anger seemed less intense, but I could tell he was still brooding.

“It uses runes as its base,” Sky explained. She took a small red velvet pouch from her belt and knelt. “Everyone sit down and come closer.” Opening the pouch, she dumped its contents onto the wooden floor. Rune tiles spilled out, really pretty ones, made of different-colored stones. I had a rune set at home that I’d bought at Practical Magick, but mine was only fired clay. “There are so many different tools a witch can use. Incense, herbs, oils, runes or other symbols, crystals and gems, metals, candles.” She grinned up at us as we crowded around her like kindergartners. “Witches are very practical. We use whatever we can find. Today we’re using runes.”

With deft fingers she organized the runes into three rows, each tile in line according to its place in the elder futhark, the traditional runic alphabet. We all knew the runes by heart at this point, and I could hear the coven members quietly identifying them.

“First we need Eolh, for protection,” said Sky, pulling it out of line. “What’s another name for Eolh?”

“Algiz,” I said automatically.

“And Wynn,” she said, placing the Wynn tile next to Eolh. “For happiness and harmony. Another name for it?”

Simon said, “Wunjo.”

“Uine,” said Robbie, and Sky nodded. I liked how she was involving everyone—she wasn’t just lecturing, but including what little knowledge we had.

“Sigel, for sun, life, energy,” said Sky, placing it by the other to form a triangle.

“Sowilo,” said Thalia, looking pleased that she knew.

“Sugil,” Bree added.

Sky grinned. “You guys are good. One more. Ur, for strength.” She placed the tile for Ur so that the four symbols together made a diamond shape.

“Uruz or Uraz,” said Raven, and her eyes met Sky’s for a moment of private communion.

“Right. Now,” Sky went on. “You can write these runes on a piece of paper, scratch them into an old slate or stone, carve them into a candle, or what have you. But use
these
four runes in
this
order. Put the written runes in your personal space, your bedroom, your car, even your school locker. When you see them, tap them with a finger and repeat, “Eolh, Wynn, Sigel, Ur. Come to me from where you are. Guide the things I do or say, and let your wisdom come this way.”

She sat back. “You can also circle your hand, palm down, three times deasil over the runes to help increase their power.” She showed us. “That’s all there is to it. It’s not big magick or especially beautiful magick, but it’s very useful magick.”

“I think it’s beautiful,” said Alisa, looking young and sincere. “All magick is beautiful.”

“No,” I said, sounding more abrupt than I had meant to. “It isn’t.”

People looked at me, and I felt self-conscious. Hunter and Sky nodded, and I knew they understood. We three had seen magick that was dark and ugly. It existed; it was all around us.

 

That night I found myself driving behind Bree on the way home from Hunter and Sky’s. I felt shaken and upset, not to mentioned bruised and achy: hearing Cal’s voice, the frightening fall I’d had, Hunter’s awful reaction to hearing about Cal. Was Cal nearby? Just thinking about it terrified me. It was all too much. I just wanted to go home and get in bed and hold my kitten, Dagda.

Bree had taken the short route home, down Gallows Road. There were lots of twists and turns, but it took less time than going on main streets. Bree had always been the more daring driver of the two of us, and despite my trying to keep up, within minutes I lost sight of her in the darkness. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with the feeling of being completely alone on a dark road.

Without warning, my headlights flashed on something on the road ahead. I caught a blurry glimpse of something—a deer?—barely in time to slam on my brakes. As Das Boot screeched heavily to a halt, my eyes focused, and my mouth opened in a wordless, “Oh.” My headlights shone on a figure who was walking toward my car, hands upraised.

Cal.

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Cal

 

 

At once I felt a wash of cold fear sweep over me from head to foot, and my hands clenched the steering wheel. Cal gestured with one hand, and Das Boot’s engine died quietly and the headlights winked out. Automatically I began to use my magesight, the enhanced vision I’d been able to call on since shortly after I learned I was a blood witch.

Cal came closer, and I wrenched my door open and jumped out, determined to be standing during any meeting we had. When I saw his face, my breath left me, not in a whoosh but in a quiet trail, like a vine of smoke in the cold night air. Oh Goddess, had I forgotten his face? No—not when he haunted my dreams and my waking thoughts. But I had forgotten his impact on me, the sweet longing I felt when our eyes met, despite my fear.

Then of course came the remembered anger and a fierce rush of self-protective instinct.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, trying to make my voice strong. But in the darkness I sounded harsh and afraid.

“Morgan,” he said, and his voice crept along all my nerves, like honey. I had missed his voice. I hardened my heart and stared at him.

“Last time I saw you, you were trying to kill me,” I said, striving for a flippancy I was too scared to pull off.

“I was trying to save you,” he said earnestly, and came so close, I could see he wasn’t an apparition, wasn’t a ghost, but a real person in a real body that I had touched and kissed. “Believe me—if Selene had gotten her hands on you, death would have been far better. Morgan, I know now that I was wrong, but I was crazy with fear, and I did what I thought was best. Forgive me.”

I couldn’t speak. How did he do it? Even now, when I knew I should just jump in my car and drive away as fast as I could, my heart was whispering, Believe him.

“I love you more now than ever,” Cal said. “I’ve come back to be with you. I told Selene I wouldn’t help her anymore.”