The Secret Circle: The Initiation (21 page)

If looks could maim, the one Melanie threw Faye would have left her a basket case. "Oh, get
stuffed
, Faye," she said in her classy accent. "Come on, Laurel," she added, and got up to follow Diana toward the house.

Cassie, not knowing what else to do, followed
them
. Behind her she heard Adam saying to Faye in a low, tightly controlled voice, "I wish you were a guy."

And Faye's laughing, husky answer: "Why, Adam, I didn't know your tastes ran that way!" Diana was putting the skull back in the Pyrex dish when Adam came in behind Cassie. He went to Diana and put his arms around her.

She leaned against him a moment, eyes shut, but didn't hold him in return. And after that moment she moved away.

"I'm all right. I'm just angry with them, and I've got to think." Adam sat on the bed, running a hand through his hair. "I
should
have kept it a secret from them," he said.

"It was my own stupid pride—"

"Don't," said Diana. "It would have been wrong to keep something from the Circle that belongs to them."

"More wrong than to let them use it for stupid, malicious reasons?" Diana turned away and leaned against the cabinet.

"Sometimes," Adam said quietly, "I wonder about what we're doing. Maybe the Old Powers should just be left asleep. Maybe we're wrong to think we can handle them."

"Power is only Power," Diana said tiredly, not turning. "It's not good or bad. Only the way we use it is good or bad."

"But maybe nobody can use it without ending up using it badly." Cassie stood and listened, wishing she were anywhere else. She was aware that in some terribly civilized way, Diana and Adam were having a fight. She met Laurel's eyes and saw that the other girl was just as uncomfortable.

"I don't believe that," Diana said finally, softly. "I don't believe that people are that hopeless. That
evil
." Adam's expression was bleak and longing, as if he wished he could share her belief. Cassie, watching his face, felt a stab of pain, and then a wave of dizziness. She shifted, looking for a place to sit down.

Diana immediately turned around. "Are you all right? You're white as a ghost." Cassie nodded and shrugged. "Just a little dizzy—I guess maybe I should go home…" The anger had drained out of Diana's eyes. "All right," she said. "But I don't want you out there by yourself. Adam, would you walk her back? The beach way is faster."

Cassie opened her mouth in reflexive horror. But Adam nodded quickly.

"Sure," he said. "Although I don't want to leave
you
alone…"

"I want Melanie and Laurel to stay," Diana said. "I want to start to purify this skull properly, with flower essences"—she looked at Laurel—"and other crystals." She looked at Melanie. "I don't care if it takes all night; I want to get it set up. And I want to start now. This minute." The two girls nodded. So did Adam. "All right," he said.

And Cassie, who had been standing with her mouth open, suddenly thought of something and nodded too. Her hand automatically patted her front jeans pocket to feel the hard little lump there.

So that was how she found herself walking on the beach alone with Adam.

There was no moon that night. The stars shone with a fierce, icy brilliance. The waves roared and hissed on the shore.

Not romantic. Raw. Primitive. Except for the faint lights of houses above on the cliff, they might have been a thousand miles from civilization.

They were almost all the way to the narrow path up the bluff to Number Twelve when he asked her. She'd known in her heart that she couldn't avoid it forever.

"Why didn't you want anyone to know that we'd met before?" he said simply. Cassie took a deep breath. Now was the time to see what kind of actress she was. She was very calm; she knew what had to be done, and somehow, she would do it. She
had
to do it, for Diana's sake—and his.

"Oh, I don't know," she said, and marveled to hear how casual her voice sounded. "I just didn't want anybody—like Suzan or Faye—to get the wrong impression. You don't mind, do you? It didn't seem very important."

Adam was looking at her in an odd way, hesitating, but then he nodded. "If that's what you want, I won't mention it," he said.

Relief washed over Cassie, but she kept her voice light. "Okay, thanks. Oh, by the way," she went on, fishing in her pocket. "I've been meaning to give this back to you. Here." It was strange how her fingers seemed to cling to the chalcedony rose, but she managed to open them and drop it into his hand. It lay on his palm, the quartz crystals seeming to capture a little of the starlight.

"Thanks for loaning it to me," she said. "But now that I'm an official witch, I'll probably be finding my own stones to work with. And besides"—she curved her lips in a teasing smile—"we don't want anybody to get the wrong impression about
that
either, do we?"

She had never in her life acted like this with a boy, teasing and carefree and confident. Almost flirtatious while making it clear that she meant nothing by it. And it was so
easy
—she'd never imagined it could be this easy. It came, she supposed, from the fact that she was playing a role. It wasn't Cassie standing here; it was someone else, someone who wasn't afraid because the worst had already happened and there was nothing left to fear anymore.

A wry smile had touched Adam's lips, as if he were responding automatically to her tone, but it disappeared almost instantly. He was looking at her hard, and she forced herself to return his gaze blandly and innocently, the way she had returned Jordan's on the beach that day in August.
Believe me
, she thought, and this time she knew the power of her own thoughts, the power she could draw on to enforce her will.
Sky and water
,
sand and sea; As I will, so let it be
. Believe me, Adam. Believe me. Believe me.

He looked away from her suddenly, turning sharply toward the ocean. It reminded Cassie, to her surprise, of the way she had broken free of Faye's mesmerizing gaze.

"You've changed," he said, and there was wonder in his voice. Then he turned back to look at her with that hard, unrelenting gaze again. "You've really changed."

"Of course. I'm a witch now," she said reasonably. "You should have told me that in the beginning—it would have saved a lot of trouble," she added in a scolding tone.

"I didn't know. I could sense—something—in you, but I never thought of you being one of us."

"Oh, well, it all turned out okay," Cassie said quickly. She didn't like him talking about what he sensed in her. It was too dangerous. "Anyway, thanks for walking me home. This is where I go up." With a final smile, she turned away and quickly climbed the narrow path. She couldn't believe it. She'd pulled it off! The relief that flooded her was actually painful, and when she reached the top of the path and saw her house, her knees felt weak. Oh, thank you, she thought, and started for it.

"Wait," a ringing, authoritative voice behind her said.

I should have known it wouldn't be that easy, Cassie thought. Slowly, keeping her face expressionless, she swiveled to look at him.

The faint light from above reflected off the planes of his face as he stood on the bluff with the ocean behind him. Those high cheekbones, those humorous, expressive lips. There was no humor now. His eyes were as keen and piercing as when he had stared after Jordan and Logan that day on the beach, radiating a power she didn't understand, frightening her. They frightened her now.

"You're good," he said. "But I'm not completely stupid. There's something you're not telling me, and I want to know what it is."

"No, you don't." The words escaped her lips before she could stop them, but their flat sincerity was unmistakable. "I mean—there's nothing I'm not telling you."

"Listen to me," he said, and to her dismay he stepped closer. "When I first met you," he said, "I had no idea you were one of us. How could I? But I knew that you were different than that phony friend of yours. Not just another pretty girl, but somebody special."

Pretty? He thought I was pretty? Cassie was thinking wildly. The clear, despairing calm was leaving her, and she clung to it desperately. Look cool and blank, she ordered herself. Politely inquiring. Let
nothing
show.

Adam's blue-gray eyes were flashing now, his odd, proud face clearly revealing his anger. But it was the hurt in the depths of those eyes that confused Cassie most.

"You weren't like any girl I'd met on the outside—you could accept mysterious things—even mystical things—without being afraid of them or trying to destroy them on sight. You were… open. Tolerant. You didn't automatically hate and reject anything different."

"Not as tolerant as Diana. Diana's the most—"

"This hasn't got anything to do with Diana!" he said, and Cassie realized that he meant it. He was so completely honest and straightforward that betrayal had never even entered his mind.

"I thought," he went on, "that you were someone I could trust. With my life, even. And when I saw you hold out against Jordan—a guy practically twice your size—I knew I was right. It was one of the bravest things I'd ever seen—and all for a stranger. You let him
hurt
you for my sake, and you didn't even know me."

Show
nothing
, Cassie thought. Nothing.

"And afterward, I felt something special with you. A special understanding. I can't explain it. But I've thought about it ever since. I've thought about you a lot, Cassie, and I was just waiting to tell Diana about you. I wanted her to know that she was right, that there were some outsiders who could deal with us, who could be trusted. Who might be friends of magic. She's been trying for a long time to get the Club to believe that. I wanted to tell her that you'd opened my eyes—in a lot of ways. After I left you, I even seemed to
see
more when I went out on fishing boats looking for the Master Tools. I'd look for islands while we were out laying the lines, and all of a sudden I felt like I could see clearer—or as if the ocean was revealing things. Helping me. I wanted to tell Diana that too, and see if she could explain it.

"And in all that time," Adam finished, turning the full power of his blue-gray gaze on Cassie, "I was never sorry I'd given you the chalcedony rose—even though we never do that with outsiders. I hoped you'd never be in enough trouble to need it, but I wanted to be there for you if you were. If you'd ever done what I told you, held it tight in your fist and thought of me, I'd have known, and I'd have tracked it down, no matter where you were. I thought you were that special."

Was it true? Cassie wondered dizzily. All those times she'd held the stone—but she'd never held it clenched in her fist and thought only of him. She'd never followed his instructions because she'd never believed in magic.

"And now I get back—and find you're not an outsider after all. Or only half. I was
glad
to see you here, and to hear you'd joined the Circle. And from what Diana's said, she saw how special you were right away too. But I couldn't tell her I knew you—because for some reason you didn't want people to know. I respected that; I kept my mouth shut and figured you'd explain when you could. And instead—" He gestured ail-inclusively. "This. You've been giving me the brush-off all week, and now you act as if nothing ever happened between us. You even call on the Powers against me, to make me believe a lie. And now I want to know
why
."

There was a silence. Cassie could hear the waves below, like soft, rhythmic thunder. She could smell the clear, cold night air. And finally, as if compelled, she raised her eyes to his face. He was right; she couldn't lie to him. Even if he laughed at her, even if he
pitied
her, she had to give him the truth.

"Because I'm in love with you," she said, simply and quietly. And then she wouldn't let herself look away. He didn't laugh.

He was staring, though, as if in disbelief. Not understanding what he thought he'd heard her say.

"That day on the beach, I felt something special too," she said. "But I felt—more. I felt as if we were…

connected somehow. As if we were being pulled together. As if we belonged together." She could see the confusion in Adam's eyes—like the whirling, spinning confusion she'd felt when she'd discovered Kori's body.

"I know it sounds stupid," she said. "I can't even believe I'm saying this to you—but you asked for the truth. Everything I felt that day on the beach was wrong, I know that now. You've got
Diana
. Nobody in their right mind would want anything more. But that day—I had all sorts of stupid ideas. I actually thought I could see something connecting us, like a silver cord. And I felt so close to you, as if we understood each other. As if we were
born
for each other, and there was no point resisting it…"

"Cassie," he said. His eyes were black with emotion. A look of—what? Utter disbelief? Revulsion?

"I
know
it's not true now," she said helplessly. "But then I didn't realize. And when you were standing so close to me, looking down at me, I thought you were going to—"

"Cassie."

It was as
if
her words had conjured something magical out of the air, or as if her own perceptions had been sharpened. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw
it
again. The silver cord. It hummed and shimmered, more powerful and vibrant than ever, linking them. It was as if her heart was directly connected to his. Her breath was coming faster and faster, and she lifted her eyes to his face in bewilderment.

Their gaze held. And in that instant Cassie recognized the emotion that had darkened those blue-gray eyes before.

Not disbelief, but realization. A dawning understanding, and a wonder that made Cassie's knees feel weak.

He was… remembering, she thought. And seeing what had happened between them in a new light. Realizing on a conscious level just what he had actually felt that day.

She knew this as clearly as if he had told her in words. She knew
him
. She could feel every beat of his heart, she could sense the world through his eyes. She could even see herself as he saw her. A fragile, shy creature of half-hidden beauty, like a wildflower in the shadow of a tree, but with a core of shining steel. And just as she could see herself, she could feel his feelings about her…