“Um, probably,” I said as Hunter smiled at Mrs. DiNapoli and opened the driver’s-side door. “Mom’s inside—you can ask her. We were just on our way out.”
“Okay.” She headed up our driveway as I turned to get in. “That was some car earlier,” Mrs. DiNapoli called back. “Whose was it?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“That Jaguar Mary K. got into earlier.”
I froze. “You saw Mary K. getting into a Jaguar?” I’m so stupid, I thought. Why didn’t I ask any of the neighbors if they had seen anything?
Mrs. DiNapoli laughed. “Yes, a beautiful green one.”
Selene drove a green Jaguar. I looked at Hunter, and again our thoughts were in accord. He nodded at me briefly, then slid behind the wheel and started the engine.
“I’m not sure whose it was,” I said. “How long ago was this?”
Our neighbor shrugged. “Two hours, at least. I’m not sure.”
“Okay, thanks, Mrs. DiNapoli.” I climbed into the passenger seat and Hunter took off, heading out of town. We knew where we needed to start looking.
Cal’s old house.
15
Trap
April 1982
Be careful what you wish for, they say. Because you may get it.
I’ve gotten what I wished for, and the Goddess must be
laughing. Daniel’s come home, after being gone almost three months. The baby is due in June, and I look big and vibrant and fertile, like the Goddess herself. It’s been interesting to see
how pregnancy affects my magick: I’m more powerful in some
ways, but there are some unpredictable side effects. Some spells fall apart, some have unexpected results. Nothing can be counted on. It’s funny, for the most part. However, for the last seven months I’ve haven’t been able to do my part for Amyranth. They’ve been understanding, though—they know
I’ll soon present them with a perfect Amyranth baby, one lit
erally born to do their work.
It’s hard for me to put the next words down. I’ve found out
the reason Daniel goes to England so much: he has a girlfriend there. He actually told me this himself. I was sure he was joking—what woman, witch or human, can compete with
me? But as he droned on and the words started sinking in, I
went through being amused, then horrified, then furious. This other woman, whom he won’t name, and he have known each other for years and had a childhood romance. But their affair only started six months ago—right after I conceived my baby.
I’m shocked beyond words. The idea that Daniel could keep
such a secret from me is unbelievable. It means his powers are stronger than I knew, and how is that possible?
I’m thinking about what to do next. That this other woman
has to be found and eliminated goes without saying. Daniel says their affair is over. Pathetically, he wept when he told me. What a worm! He came back to me for the sake of the baby we’re having, but he won’t sleep with me and says he won’t pretend we’re a couple anymore. This won’t do at all. He’s going to be mine or no one’s. I have to break his will, bind him to me. Now I must go—I have research to do and people to consult.
—SB
Hunter pulled over while we were still a mile from Cal’s. He cut the engine and turned to me.
“Why are you stopping?” I said urgently. “Let’s go! If she has Mary K.—”
“I know, and we’ll get there. But first, send Sky and Alyce a witch message,” he said. “I’d send it, but yours will be stronger. Tell them to contact the council and get reinforcements to Selene’s as fast as they can. It will take a couple of hours at least, but maybe they can get here in time to help us.”
“Should I ask Sky and Alyce to meet us there now?” I asked. “We could all join our powers. . . .”
He shook his head. “They aren’t equipped for this battle,” he said gently. “Neither are you, if it comes to that. But this is about you, about what Selene wants from you.”
“I’ll be strong enough,” I said, not at all sure that was true. “If she’s done anything to Mary K.—”
“What’s important is that you use your own powers,” Hunter said, looking at me intently. “Use your powers, coupled with Alyce’s knowledge. Feel the power within you. Know it absolutely. Selene is going to try to use illusion and fear to break you down. Don’t let it work.”
I looked into his eyes, feeling dread. “All right,” I said shakily.
He started the engine. Five minutes later he was turning down the street that led to the huge stone house where Cal and Selene had worked their magick.
Darkness was all around us. It was barely five o’clock but wintertime, and the sun had sunk below the horizon, obscured by ominous-looking clouds. I could feel that soon the sky would open and start dumping snow and ice.
Mary K., I thought as Hunter parked down the street, out of sight of the big house. My sweet sister. Although we shared no blood, I felt we had always been sisters in spirit: destined to be related to each other, to love each other as family. In some ways she was so much savvier than I—she knew what to wear, who to hang out with, how to flirt and be cheerful and charming. But in some ways she was so naive. She trusted most people. She believed that her faith would protect her. She believed that if she was good enough, everything would work out. I knew better than that.
“Pop the trunk,” I told Hunter, and he did. I knew I would need every ounce of power I could possibly have: I was still feeling the draining effects of the
tàth meànma brach
. Without more than a moment’s awkward hesitation I stripped off my coat, sweatshirt, and undershirt and put on my mother’s robe, the thin emerald green silk instantly warming me in the cold night air. I felt my cheeks heat with a blush as I unsnapped my jeans and pushed them and my underwear down. Of course then I realized I still wore my sneaks and socks and had to kneel and get out of them to get out of my pants.
Then I stood, feeling completely comfortable in the robe and nothing else even though it was winter in upstate New York. Like a Wiccan force field, I thought, picking up Maeve’s wand and athame.
“I wish I’d had time to collect my own robe,” Hunter said, frowning. He pulled out his athame. Thus armed, we began to move quietly toward the house.
We were immediately aware of a darkness of magick all around. Keeping to the shadows of the hedge that surrounded the property, I cast out my senses and felt a miasma of black magick emanating from the house, from the stones themselves. The green Jaguar sat in the circular driveway, and to my eyes it seemed to glow and pulse, almost as if it were radioactive. I realized that I was terrified and tried to release my fears.
In unspoken agreement we paused, and together we wrapped ourselves in cloaks of illusion, of vagueness, of shadows. With no effort I pulled spells out of Alyce’s memory and called them to me, as familiar to me as Dagda. Under any other circumstances I would have felt thrilled with my new ability, but now I merely fretted. To any lesser witch we would certainly be undetectable, but would these spells work on Selene? She was so powerful that I doubted it.
We looked at the house, with its gaping black windows, its air of recent neglect. Dried leaves had blown onto the porch and steps and remained unswept.
“How did she get in?” I whispered. “The house was spelled against her.”
“The council did its best,” Hunter replied softly. “But Selene has powers and connections we don’t fully understand. The question is, how can
we
get in? The front door will be a trap.”
I crouched down for a moment, examining the house. Then an idea came to me, and I stood up. “Come with me.”
Without waiting for his response, I strode along the hedge until we reached a break in the tall shrubbery to the right of the house. We crunched across dead grass, around to the back, where a narrow metal staircase led up to the third-floor attic. Cal’s old room. I started climbing, my bare feet making hardly any sound.
“We spelled all the entrances,” Hunter reminded me quietly.
“I know. But you can break your spells; you made them. And I don’t think Selene will expect us to come in this way.” The whole time I climbed, I was feeling with my senses, searching for my sister, for Selene’s presence, trying to get through the spells of privacy that cloaked the house. I could feel nothing except an aching, bone-deep weariness, the faint edges of nausea around the rim of my consciousness, and the seeping of tendrils of dark magick writhing in the air all around me.
At the top of the narrow staircase was a small wooden door. Cal used to use it to get from his room to the back-yard and to the pool beyond. I stopped for a moment, pressed my hand against my brow, closed my eyes, and concentrated.
It wasn’t as if everything suddenly popped out at me in neon colors. But as I thought, willing magick to show itself to me, the layers of the spells on the door slowly and faintly began to glimmer. I was vaguely aware of Hunter, next to me, becoming very still and alert as the sigils and markings of spells shone with a slight sheen around the door frame. I saw the oldest markings, those of Cal himself, spelling the door so that it would open only to his command. I can’t say how I knew these spells were his, how I knew what they were and how he had made them. It was more like seeing a daisy and thinking, Daisy. It was clear and instantaneous.
It was also clear that Cal’s spells had been mostly obliterated, I guessed by the International Council of Witches. Their spells were complicated and gleamed brightly. I didn’t know the council members well enough to recognize their handiwork but felt that I saw traces of Hunter’s handwriting, his personality in the spells. Again I could never have explained it or proved it. I just knew.
Overlying everything were dark, spiky spells of illusion and repulsion that I recognized as Selene’s handiwork. She had used an ancient alphabet and an archaic set of characters, and just seeing the spells written there brought forth a wave of fear that I tried to dismiss. Selene’s work glowed the brightest: she had cast these spells recently.
“All right,” breathed Hunter next to me. I kept the spells in sight as he began slowly and laboriously dismantling them, layer by layer, saying the words that unknit the spells, dispersing their energy and power. My head was beginning to ache with a sharp, piercing pain at my temples as I strove to concentrate. The cold wind seemed to intensify, and it buffeted us as we stood on that narrow staircase outside the attic of the stone house.
At last the spells were taken apart, and then it was simple for Hunter to magickally undo the mechanical lock of the door. It swung open silently, and with a glance at each other, Hunter and I stepped through.
Inside, Cal’s room was as he’d left it that night he’d tried to kill me. With a quick scan I saw he had taken some of his books, and probably some clothes, since his dresser drawers were pulled askew. But it didn’t appear that he’d been staying here.
The room was startlingly familiar, and it brought an unwelcome ache to my heart to see the place where Cirrus had had circles, the chair where I’d opened my birthday presents from Cal, the bed where we had lain and kissed for hours.
As noiselessly as possible, we did a quick search of Cal’s room. I held my athame before me and on virtually every surface turned up runes, sigils, other markings: the magick Cal had worked in this room. But other than the marks, and some dangerous tools and talismans, we found nothing, no sign of Mary K. or of Cal’s or Selene’s whereabouts.
“This way,” Hunter said, his voice no louder than a whisper, and motioned toward the door that led to the rest of the house. When he opened the door, I almost recoiled. Now I could sense Selene, feel her dark presence. She had been working black magick in this house: its bitter and acrid aura clung to everything. It felt like the very air was contaminated, and I was afraid.
Gently Hunter brushed his hand against my hair, my cheek. “Remember,” he whispered. “Fear is one of her weapons. Don’t give in to it. Trust your instincts.”
My instincts? I thought, panicked. We both knew how reliable
those
had been in the past. But I knew that was the wrong answer, so I just nodded, and we started down the narrow back staircase to the second floor. Maeve’s wand felt slim and powerful in my left hand, and the athame felt as protective as a shield. But I still felt vulnerable as I crept downstairs and was glad Hunter was beside me.
Cal’s room took up the entire attic, and on the second floor were five bedrooms and four bathrooms. Here, as upstairs, the dusty floors were undisturbed until our feet traced patterns on them. To a rational mind, that meant that no person had walked here since the house had been shut. But witchcraft is not bound by laws of rationality.
Searching as a witch was different than searching as a person. I used my eyes and ears, but more important, I used my senses, my intuition, my Wiccan instinct that warned me when danger was near and what form it would take. Between me, my tools, and Hunter, we made short work of the second floor. None of the rooms looked touched, but more telling, none of the rooms
felt
touched. I didn’t detect Selene’s unmistakable aura in any of the bedrooms: she hadn’t been to the second floor.
The only time I felt anything at all was when I paused before an open window in the last bedroom. I felt a faint chill there, as if I stood beneath an AC vent, but the window curtains were motionless, and then I picked up on it: Cal. Cal had been here; he’d stood here with a lit candle not long ago. The day Bree, Mary K., and I had come back from Practical Magick and I had seen him. His traces lingered here still.
Hunter came to stand by me. Our eyes met, and he nodded. He felt it, too. Taking my elbow, he led me to the main staircase, the wide, ornately carved steps leading to the first floor. The rich carpet looked dull, dusty, and my nose tickled as our feet stirred motes into the chill, silent air.
Selene’s presence felt stronger with every step. In my hand, the hilt of the ancient Belwicket athame seemed to grow warm. Then I knew: Selene was in her library, the hidden library that I had seen only once, a lifetime ago, when I had discovered Maeve’s Book of Shadows on Selene’s shelves. When Hunter had come here, he hadn’t even been able to find the concealed door. In fact, the council witches themselves hadn’t been able to break the spells that guarded Selene’s secret lair.