The Hunt (3 page)

“Relax, D.” Faye curled her lips into a smile. “We need information on the hunters and he's our way to it. I'm going to pump him for intel, double agent–style. Watch and learn.”

Without another word, Faye stood up and jogged over to Max, meeting him halfway as he approached. He was dressed to go to lacrosse practice and carried a duffel bag. Faye took the bag from him, dropped it to her side, and pretended to be just as in love with him as ever. She pulled him in close and kissed him passionately on the mouth. “I've missed you,” she said, loud enough for the Circle to hear.

Max touched his fingers to his lips, now lightly coated in the same red gloss as Faye's. “And I missed you,” he said.

Max was tall and muscular with light brown hair. His voice was rugged, and he wore a perpetual cocky grin. He was just the kind of guy that made Faye swoon. It's no
wonder she'd let her guard down enough to get marked by him.

The rest of the Circle watched as Faye whispered into Max's ear and he murmured back to her in a soft voice.

“Do you think he's falling for it?” Sean asked.

“Seems like it,” Doug said, nodding his wild head of blond hair. “He's acting the same as before. Like a lovesick wimp.”

“But who knows if she'll be able to get any information out of him,” his twin brother said.

Melanie was dubious, as usual. “There's no way he's going to give up anything on the hunters. Whether he thinks Faye's on to him or not, he's not stupid.”

“But Faye might be able to trick him into leading us to more of them,” Nick said. He was sitting on the cafeteria table, bent over with his feet on a chair. “There have to be more hunters in town than just Max and his dad.”

Melanie rolled her gray eyes. “Yeah, I'm sure Max will be happy to introduce us to all his hunter buddies. Maybe he'll even host a cocktail party.”

Cassie continued watching Max and Faye's back-and-forth. It was almost comical, both of them pretending to be into the other when they were actually sworn enemies. But Max's face betrayed nothing more than he intended it
to. He was running this show and Cassie could see he was too good at it to crack under a little pressure.

After a few minutes of the charade, Faye finally gave up. She leaned in and kissed Max one last time before returning to the group. Max waved as he passed them on his way to the gym, flashing his perfect smile—but Cassie thought it looked like he was grinning at Diana in particular.

“Well, that was a bust,” Faye said. “He's either a really good actor or he doesn't know anything about what happened earlier in the principal's office. I mentioned my friend Laurel and he asked which one she was.”

“We still shouldn't push our luck,” Diana said. “I think it's time for you to distance yourself from him and his dad.”

“I think Diana's right,” Cassie said. “We need to lay down some new rules.”

“Just what this Circle needs.” Faye returned to her seat at the table. “More rules.”

“What do you propose?” Diana asked, speaking over Faye. “We're listening.”

Cassie realized she had the whole group's attention. They watched her hopefully, like she might have some secret panacea to solve all their problems. She cleared her throat and tried to think of something fast.

“Well, we know the hunters can't mark someone without witnessing them doing magic. But once they're marked, the next step is the killing curse, which means death. Ultimate death.”

“Is this supposed to be a pep talk?” Sean called out.

“Let her finish.” Nick glared at Sean with a deep mahogany stare.

“I think we need to enact a buddy system. One hunter can't perform the killing curse on a witch alone. The best thing we can do is make sure we're not alone either,” Cassie said.

Deborah let out a whoop of laughter. “That's your big idea? For us to hold hands in the hallway like preschoolers?”

“I never said it was a big idea,” Cassie said defensively. “It just makes sense for those of us who are marked to be with another Circle member at all times. Including overnight.”

Faye's honey-colored eyes blazed. “No way. I won't agree to having a babysitter. I'd rather die.”

“You just might die if you
don't
agree to this,” Melanie said. “It's the only way we can be sure you and Laurel remain safe.”

Laurel looked up from her untouched lunch. She
didn't appear any more eager than Faye to accept this new rule. “But Cassie, you said before that you've been talking to your mom about your father, and that you're learning ancient things that could help us.”

Cassie felt herself tense up. She could sense Adam's cavernous eyes watching her, and she swore she could actually hear Diana's jaw unhinge before any words escaped her mouth.

“What ancient things?” Diana asked, with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

The entire cafeteria seemed to fall silent and Cassie shifted uncomfortably. “I was just telling Laurel that my father once saved someone who was marked. I'm trying to learn more about how he did it.”

Diana furrowed her brow at Cassie's discomfort. She was unwilling to let the matter drop. “Do you think he used something similar to the witch-hunter curse we memorized from my Book of Shadows?”

“Probably something like that,” Cassie said, trying to sound nonchalant and upbeat.

“Why don't we just use the witch-hunter curse from Diana's book now? We know Max and his dad are hunters,” Suzan said. “I don't understand what we're waiting for.”

“I second that,” Nick said.

Diana released a frustrated breath. They'd been over this before. “Because this is our chance to use the hunters' ignorance for more information. We still have surprise on our side. They don't know we know who they are. And we also don't know for sure how that curse works, or what it'll do. It's a very rough translation, so it's our absolute last resort. If we try it and it doesn't work, then we'll all be marked in a matter of seconds.”

“In other words,” Faye said, “we have no clue if those words we memorized are a witch-hunter curse or a fairy tale.”

Diana was quiet for a few seconds. She chewed on her lip nervously.

“We can't rely on that mediocre, pieced-together translation from Diana's book,” Adam said. “No offense to you, Diana, but whatever curse Black John used, that's the one we want when we go up against the hunters.”

Diana nodded and looked down at her hands. Adam turned to Cassie. She could tell he was struggling to restrain himself from telling the group about Black John's book, but she also knew he'd never betray her trust, no matter how difficult it was for him.

“What about the protection spell?” Laurel asked.
“Shouldn't that keep me and Faye safe enough so we can at least continue leading normal lives?”

“It seems to be intact.” Diana raised her head, hesitantly. “But we don't know how long it'll last. That spell is kind of a one-shot deal, and once it wears off, that's it.”

“And,” Melanie said, “even if it does last, we can't be sure it's strong enough against the hunter's killing curse. It probably isn't.”

Faye stared off into space, for once too upset to argue.

Cassie momentarily considered her own situation. If the protection spell wore off, she'd really be powerless against Scarlett. As it was, she was jumping at every shadow and freezing up at the sight of every redhead who walked by.

“How are you going to do it?” Faye called out to Cassie, like she'd just snapped out of a daydream. “How do you plan to figure out the curse Black John used?”

Cassie glanced at Adam, but his expression kept her secret safely hidden.

“I'm trying to learn what I can from my mother,” Cassie said. “She's blocked out a lot of the past, but when I get her talking sometimes things come to light.”

It was a good answer for being put on the spot, and even true. But Cassie knew it would take more to save her friends and defeat the hunters than simply getting her mother to talk about the past. She had to get her father's book back.

Cassie's mother appeared at the top of the stairs the moment
Cassie stepped through the door. “Good, it's you,” she said. “I'm glad you're home.”

“Were you expecting somebody else?”

“No need for sarcasm.” Her mother descended the stairs. “I've been concerned about you since last night. Since the incident.”

“Incident,” Cassie said, as she dropped her bag on the kitchen table. “That's one way of putting it.”

Her mother followed her into the kitchen. “Lift up your sleeves. Let me see your hands.”

“They don't even hurt anymore,” Cassie said, lying.
She pulled her sleeves back to reveal the aching burns. “They'll probably be gone in a few days.”

But her mother persisted and carefully examined the marks. “I prepared an ointment for you from some herbs in the garden. It's cooling in the fridge.”

Cassie sighed at her mother's safeguarding, but the truth was, she was grateful. She'd felt strange since she'd woken up that morning, and her burns had been throbbing all day.

Her mother fetched the stone mortar and pestle full of ointment from the fridge and took a seat at the kitchen table across from Cassie.

The ointment was pea green and smelled like skunk. Her mother mixed it with her fingers and reached for Cassie's hand. “The way that book heated up on you—I've never seen anything like it,” she said. “I can't stop thinking about it.”

She focused on applying the medicine gently and evenly. “I want you to be honest with me and tell me if you feel any other effects from what happened.”

“Effects like wincing every time I opened one of my schoolbooks today?”

Her mother frowned. “This is serious, Cassie. I don't want you going near it again, at least not until we figure
out how to disable the guarding spell. It's too dangerous.”

Getting the book back from her mother was going to be more of a challenge than Cassie had anticipated. “But how else are we supposed to learn how to break the spell?” she asked. “It's not like there's anyone around here to ask.”

Her mother was quiet for a few seconds. “Times like these, I wish your grandmother were still here. She knew a lot more about these things than I do.”

Cassie had been thinking the same thing but hadn't had the heart to say it aloud. When her grandmother died, she took all her years of knowledge and wisdom with her. She was irreplaceable.

“At least I have you,” Cassie said, and she meant it. She and her mother had come a long way over the past few months, and Cassie believed she could tell her almost anything.

As her mother wrapped Cassie's medicine-covered skin in fresh gauze, Cassie explained everything that had happened that morning with the principal. She didn't leave out a single detail; she was hoping to convince her mother how necessary it was to give the book another try.

“I wish there was some way we could keep Faye and
Laurel safe,” she said. “Actually, that reminds me. Is there anything else you can remember about Black John saving your friend from the hunters when you were younger?”

Her mother thought for a moment. “It was some kind of spell. A curse, actually. I imagine it would be in his Book of Shadows.”

The book. Cassie knew her question would lead right back to it.

“I remember your father once saying,” her mother continued, “that the hunters themselves don't have power. They don't have magic. But they carry stone relics that have been passed down for centuries, and the relics are incredibly powerful. If the bond between hunter and relic can be broken, so can the marks on witches.”

Cassie's eyes lit up—there was a way! But her mother paused and her voice took on a serious tone. “Now, Cassie, I know what you're thinking. You want to find that curse to save your friends, but you have to believe me when I tell you that you can't use magic from a book you don't understand. No dark magic can be used without grave consequences. Those burns on your hands were just the beginning.”

Cassie agreed for the sake of her mother's peace of mind.

“But until we can figure out a way to use the book safely,” her mother said, “I think I have another way to help. I know the perfect place to keep Faye and Laurel safe.”

This was a turn Cassie hadn't anticipated. “Where?”

“Right here. There's a secret room in the house.”

Cassie looked at her mother in disbelief. “You've got to be kidding me.”

Her mother laughed. “Your grandmother built it when tensions between the townspeople and witches started rising sixteen years ago, just before the storm that claimed so many lives.” She paused solemnly. “So many of your friends' parents' lives. She had it spelled for special protection. Come on, I'll show it to you.”