"Cool," I said enviously. It sounded like her coven was really growing. I leaned back against my pillows.
Bree's voice went conspiratorial. "Sky and Raven are flirting, I think. Isn't that wild?"
"Very wild." It was so easy to fall back into gossiping with Bree again. "I never figured Raven would turn out to be gay."
"I don't think she really is. I think she just really likes Sky. It's an attraction of opposites," Bree said with a laugh. There was another pause, but this time it didn't feel awkward. It was just—natural.
"Speaking of attractions," I ventured, "how's your love life?"
"Robbie." I heard a guarded note in her voice.
"Yeah," I said, hoping I hadn't shattered our new, fragile bond.
But Bree just sighed. "Well, it's—it's kind of weird," she said slowly. "I don't know. . we've been buddies forever, and now all of a sudden we're making out. I guess I'm just sort of taking it as it comes and seeing what happens." She gave a little laugh. "I have to say, though, we really click physically. It's very hot."
"Wow." I felt voyeuristic but also fascinated. It was strange to hear these two people I'd known since childhood talk about each other in these new, romantic terms.
"Listen, I've got to go," Bree said. "I've got a history paper due tomorrow, and I'm still on page one."
"You'll crank it out," I told her. "You always do."
"Yeah, I do, don't I," she replied. "I'll talk to you later, okay? And—Morgan?"
"What?"
"Thanks for calling," she said softly. "I know it couldn't have been easy to do."
"You're welcome," I said.
We hung up, and I replaced the phone on the hall table. I was smiling as I went back into my room, feeling happier than I had for days.
15. Threads
Imbolc, 1997
Imbolc is a day for light. Fiona reminds me that Imbolc means “in the belly.” in the womb of the Goddess, and celebrates the seeds hidden in the earth that are just beginning to stir. Even though it's dark and cold here in Helsinki, it's a day of hope, and we must light the sacred fire.
In England, among the covens, there are great bonfires. Here we lit candles throughout out small rented house. Then the two of us did a quiet ceremony as we fed kindling into our woodstove.
The cold is hard on Fiona. She is shivering and in pain. We can't live this far north for long. Where next, I wonder?
— Maghach
After my conversation with Bree the night before, I felt so much better able to face the next day. I knew she and I still had many, many fences to mend, but for the first time it actually seemed possible.
"You're in a good mood," Mary K. commented as we were getting ready for school. "Is that because you were talking to Hunter on the phone last night?" she added, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
She shrieked as I threw a damp dish towel at her.
"It wasn't Hunter. If you must know," I said, grabbing my backpack, "I was talking to Bree."
Mary K. beamed at me. "That's great!" She knew how much my friendship with Bree meant to me. "Maybe now things will get back to normal around here."
Robbie honked outside. He was giving us another lift to school. I'd pick up Das Boot later, and then things really would get back to normal!
Just as I was slipping into my coat, the phone rang. My witch senses tingled. What could Hunter want so early in the day? I picked up the phone. "Hi, Hunter."
"Good morning."
"I can't really talk," I told him. "I'm on my way to school, and Robbie and Mary K. are waiting for me."
"I'll make this quick," he said. "I just—I feel I need to prepare you. I know you're being loyal to David, and that's good. But I don't want you to be blind to dark forces just because you like him."
"I'm not," I said, stung. "Don't you think, after what Cal did to me, that I've learned my lesson? It just doesn't make sense to me, that's all. David's not like Selene or Cal. He's not power hungry. He's not even Woodbane."
He drew a long breath. "Listen, I told you how my brother, Linden, died. How he called up a dark spirit and it overpowered him."
That wasn't the whole story, I knew. When we'd joined our minds, I had learned that Hunter had been accused of causing Linden's death and had stood trial before the International Council of Witches. He'd been found innocent, but he still carried the pain of his loss and the conviction of his own guilt.
"I remember," I said.
"What I didn't tell you is that Linden had called up dark spirits many times before," Hunter went on. "After that first time, when he did it with me—it was as if the door had been opened for him. He liked working dark magick. It spoke to him. But the first time, Morgan—the first time we did it for the purest of reasons."
"And you think David did the same thing," I said. "You think he opened the door."
"I think it's possible, yes."
Robbie honked again outside. "I have to go," I told Hunter. "They're waiting for me."
"We'll talk more later," Hunter said.
"Fine. Whatever." I hung up and stared at the phone for a minute. I remembered my own pleasure when I fought off those horrible guys at Aunt Eileen and Paula's. I had enjoyed it. Did that count as dark magick? No. Even if I had felt a rush from it, I was defending people I loved against an attack. That couldn't be bad.
As I walked out to the car, I made a decision. I was going to prove that David was innocent. That Cal was the source of the evil energy Hunter was feeling. I'd go talk to Stuart Afton myself and get this all straightened out.
After school I called Stuart Alton's office to make an appointment. His secretary told me that he wasn't in the office. "Is he sick?" I asked.
She hesitated. "He's. . indisposed. He's been out since the middle of last week."
Something in her voice made me extend my witch senses. I picked up on strong confusion and unease. She didn't know what was wrong with her boss, I sensed, and that was very unusual.
It also occurred to me that I'd first sensed the dark presence in the middle of last week. Around the same time Afton had stopped coming into his office. Coincidence, I told myself.
There are no coincidences, my inner witch voice said. "Did Mr. Afton come into any large sums of money recently?" I asked on impulse.
"Not that I have any intention of answering a question like that—but you're the second person to ask it in the last few days," the secretary said, sounding amazed. "What is going on?"
"I'm not sure," I said. "Thanks for your help."
I hung up and looked up Afton's home address. He lived in a fancy section of town, but one I could get to by bus. I didn't want Robbie to know what I was doing. Somehow I felt I needed to do this alone. I'd just take the bus back to pick up Das Boot.
The bus let me off a few blocks from Afton's house. The houses were enormous, with wide lawns. Even the snow I looked more elegant in this neighborhood. I walked fast, trying to stay warm, my breath forming a little fog in front of me.
I rang the bell and stamped my booted feet on the welcome mat Was I nuts coming here? Would Afton even see me? I heard footsteps on the other side of the door, and then it swung open. A thick woman in a maid's uniform looked at me. A wave of worry radiated from her.
"Yes?" she asked. "May I help you?"
"Uh," I said brilliantly. "I was wondering if I could talk to Mr. Afton?"
She pursed her lips, and I realized she looked pale. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry. Mr. Afton. . Mr. Afton. . was taken to the hospital earlier this morning."
"What?" I gasped.
She nodded. "The paramedics thought he'd had a stroke."
"I–I'm so sorry," I stammered. My heart thudded hard. It's just a coincidence. It has nothing to do with magick, I told myself.