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Authors: Janet Tait

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Cast Into Darkness

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Cast into Darkness

Janet Tait

 

 

WOOLLY RHINO PRESS / SAN DIEGO

Copyright © 2014 by Janet Tait

All rights reserved.

This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

First Printing, April 2014

Kindle Edition ISBN 978-0-9915396-1-1

Woolly Rhino Press LLC

8885 Rio San Diego Dr. #237

San Diego, CA 92108

www.woollyrhinopress.com

Cover by Damonza

For John, who has always believed in me.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Acknowledgements

About the Author

From the Author

Chapter One

A blaze of
iridescent light, brief as a camera flash, lit the darkness outside Cornell’s Kiplinger Theatre green room.

Kate Hamilton bit her lip. “Great. That’s the last thing I need.” She made for the sliding glass door, hustling in her heavy muslin skirts past a pair of fellow students stumbling over lines they’d had down pat last night. Performance nerves. Not that she was immune. But the play wasn’t what made her heart thump so hard in her corseted chest.

She slid the door open and peered into the shadowy expanse of elm trees lining the building. No students hurrying home after a late-night study session. No cars rushing by on College Avenue. Nothing but the distant gurgle of Cascadilla Creek and chirp of a few crickets.

Maybe the flash
was
nothing. Still, as much as she’d like her family to show up for one of her plays, using an uncloaked teleport spell and letting its oh-so-conspicuous burst of light be seen by Normals violated the Rules of the Game.

And if the caster teleporting here wasn’t someone in her family, then the Rules weren’t the only things likely to be broken.

She should call her security team—report the incident and let them deal with the hassle. But following protocol would get her pulled from tonight’s show faster than she could say “Dad has control issues.”

Oh, screw it.
Kate walked outside, the heat sticking her dress to her skin the moment she passed from the air-conditioning into the warm May night. She followed the line of the building toward where she’d seen the flash, her ivy-covered path barely illuminated by the faint light of an overhead safety bulb. Despite the warm night air, goose bumps rose on her arms. The cool scent of pine wafting over from the forested gorge a dozen feet away did nothing to calm her nerves.

A pale blur reached out of the blackness. A hand yanked her against the wall, scraping her arm hard across the stucco.

“Ow. Dammit.” That stung. She gazed up into her twin brother’s agitated eyes. “Brian—”

“It
is
you. Good.” His red hair, darker in the moonlight, fell in wild waves over his sweaty forehead. A large bruise colored one cheek. Something—blood?—splattered his white oxford shirt, hanging half tucked into designer jeans. And his eyes, while as blue as hers, shone with secrets she couldn’t begin to fathom.

“Where did my buttoned-down, debate-team-leading, straight-A Harvard student brother go? And when did he get replaced by a refugee from a B-grade action movie?”

“Keep it down,” Brian said. “They’ll hear us. I thought I’d lost them a few jumps back, in Nairobi, but…”

He let her go. She rubbed her arm and squinted up at him. The little quiver at the corner of his lips, the way his hand rapped against his thigh—it was clearly twitchiness from casting too many spells. Paranoia might be the price of channeling magic through the human mind, but it was a bitch to sort out the truth from a caster’s delusions.

“Is someone chasing you, or are you just spell-tweaked?”

Brian glanced over his shoulder, toward the tree-covered wilderness of Cascadilla Gorge. Then he turned back, and the frantic look in his eyes eased. “Not sure.”

She brushed his face. The bruise looked new. “Who were you fighting? The Makrises?” Maybe it was another battle in the centuries-long Game between her family and their rivals—both clans of magical casters who fought a shadow war to control the world’s powerful elite from behind the scenes.

He winced at her touch. “No time to explain. I need you to do something for me.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a ball of red silk wrapped around something small. “Keep this safe.”

She swallowed the tight lump in her throat. “What is it? Something you got on a mission?”

He hesitated. “It’s an artifact. Old. Powerful. Can’t let another family get it.”

“And you’re giving it to
me
? I’m not part of your little Game.”

“No one will suspect you. Don’t say anything to Dad or anyone else.”

“You can’t go all secret agent on me and expect me not to talk.”

“That’s what I’m asking.”

She took a step back. “No. I have a life here. Friends. I’m not going to let you and all this magic crap screw it up.”
Again
.

“Kate, please. I don’t have anyone else.” He glanced at the trees behind him, then back at his sister. “Will you?”

“Who’s after it?”

“They’ll be chasing me, not looking for you. You’re off-limits.”

The only advantage of being a Null.
“You’d better be right.” She held out her hand.

Brian set the silk bundle on her palm. The covering slid off its top, revealing the artifact underneath. The round white stone lay nestled in its bed of crimson. It glowed with a hint of green and thrummed in time with her racing pulse.

I shouldn’t be able to feel it. Not through the fabric.

Holding the stone brought back childhood memories: tracing spell charts in her uncle’s study, touching a jeweled talisman singing with power, clutching her mom’s arm as she whisked them both away to Rome, London, or Miami faster than the beat of a hummingbird’s wing.

Being tested for magical aptitude…and failing.

Shit. Getting involved with magic again is a bad, bad idea.
She made to shove the glowing thing back at him, then saw the desperation in his eyes.
Brian’s the only one who’s ever been there for me.
She sighed and stuffed the silk-wrapped parcel in her pocket.

“Make sure not to—” Brian said.

“Touch it? I remember the Rules.” Sort of. Don’t let the Normals see you do magic—like that applied to her—and don’t involve noncombatants in the Game. Oh, and don’t handle magical artifacts with your bare hands.

“I’m not certain how this thing works yet. Just be extra careful.” Brian gave the scrape on her arm a gentle touch. “Sorry. Let me fix it for you.”

“Don’t bother. You’re twitchy enough. No point making you worse.”

“Healing you isn’t going to make a difference.” Eyelids fluttering, he traced a spiral on her skin with his fingers. He chanted quiet, guttural sounds. The abrasion disappeared, and along with it, the pain.

She shot him a wry smile. “Thanks. ’Course it wouldn’t need fixing if you hadn’t gotten all spell-tweaked in the first place.”

He shrugged. “Hazard of the job.”

Kris Stevens’s deep voice boomed from the green room. “Anyone seen Kate?”

He’d kept his promise to come to the show tonight after all, but her stomach did a flip-flop at the realization that he was only yards away. He couldn’t find Brian here, beaten up and hiding in the trees, with no car, no explanations. Kris Stevens was a Normal. He didn’t know casters even existed, much less that his girlfriend belonged to a family full of them. And Brian—along with the rest of her kin—had no idea she was dating a Normal.

Kate gave Brian’s arm a squeeze. “I’ve got to get back. The play’s about to start. You need to go before someone sees you. You’re breaking too many Rules as it is.”

Brian kissed Kate on the cheek and glanced around. “Love you.” He chanted a few quiet words and traced a rapid pattern against his thigh.

“Don’t forget to cloak your—”

He vanished, and the light from his passage flashed across the sky like a beacon.

“Teleport spell. Dammit.”

Kate took a
deep breath and walked onto the stage.

Everything disappeared except her role. She no longer felt the heat of the lights or the nervous flutter in her stomach. Every line of the Nurse’s dialogue floated off her tongue as if the words came from her soul and not the playwright’s pen.

His name is Romeo, and a Montague;

the only son of your great enemy.

This was her magic.

Once she stood back in the wings, she peered out at the audience, squinting to see past the glare of the stage lights.
No sign of Dad, but then when has he ever shown up at one of my performances?

She spotted Kris: third row, unruly brown hair combed back. His six-foot frame looked relaxed for once as he leaned back in his seat, the confident set of his shoulders making the generic white shirt he wore seem like Armani. She’d stolen a peek at him during her scene—his intense gaze had been locked on her, ignoring the interplay between Benvolio and Mercutio at the other end of the stage. She’d almost dropped a line.

She wished Kris could see her in a real role. Not the Nurse—Juliet. Kate was meant to play the ingenue, the star-crossed lover. The role with a chance of winning the Faculty Performance Scholarship.

Instead, the role had gone to Brooke. She glanced backstage at the bleached blonde who’d somehow beaten her out for Juliet as the girl heaved her overstuffed corset at Friar Lawrence. Her lip curled up.
She wandered in to audition at the last minute and snagged the role right out from under me. What did I do wrong? I nailed the lines, the emotion…the only thing I don’t have is the cleavage
.

On the set, the stagehands performed their illusion, switching the streets of Verona for Juliet’s bedroom. Kate stood behind the painted plywood, ready to speak her few lines from offstage while Brooke stumbled over every one of Juliet’s famous words.

“O Romeo…um…Romeo…wherefore art…er…thou, Romeo? Deny thy, um, father and refuse, um, my name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn, uh…my love and I’ll no longer be a…a…um…”

“A Capulet,” Kate stage-whispered. Brooke shouted the line down to the stage floor below, leaning so far over the rickety railing that she wavered, about to fall on top of Romeo and burst out of her corset.

A shot of panic twisted Kate’s stomach. She reached out from behind her wooden partition and yanked Brooke back right before the wooden railing snapped in two.

After curtain call,
Kate washed the caked-on makeup from her face and tossed away her gray wig. That and a quick brush through her hair transformed her from a frumpy nurse back into an ordinary freshman, one with skin that burned way too easily and hair that never seemed to gleam with quite the brilliant red of her twin brother’s. No time to change clothes, not with the stone to worry about. She’d go to the after-party in costume.

Kate swung open the door of the green room. The place overflowed with faculty in polo shirts, student actors—half in street clothes, half in Elizabethan getup—techies dressed in black, headsets hanging from their necks.

“Hey, Hamilton!”

She spun around at the sound of her name and high-fived a laughing Romeo, still in costume. Lady Capulet gave her a quick hug, and the last little stage-nervy tightness in her stomach faded away as the bittersweet finality of the night hit her. Tonight had been their last performance—tomorrow she had to drive home for summer break and deal with the stone, and Brian. But tonight she could still be herself.

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