“And this spell just lets you … memorize anything you read?”
I nodded, my focus still on the words on the page.
“Your dad was wicked smart,” she said, and it almost sounded like a compliment.
It took time to translate the shorthand-like writing into words, and then to figure out what they meant, but eventually I found the section I was looking for—the one with every spell relating to the Coven bond that Sherrod Daggett had known in high school.
It took five minutes for me to read, comprehend, and store away every spell in that section, and half the spells in the beginning of the book. I sensed Ash moving around while I studied, blocking out the streetlights for moments here or there as she shifted, but my focus was totally on the book.
Each spell I translated and remembered felt like it was being slotted into my brain. It would have been better to know what they all were meant to do, because “Raven in the noontime” wasn’t exactly the kind of name I would have given to a spell. It didn’t take nearly as long as I thought, and I went back and looked over several of the spells I’d already translated. The more practice I got, the faster I could figure out the next spell.
Once I was done, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As soon as I thought about the book, I remembered the spells perfectly, like I was still reading them from the page. Instant memories. They’d fade eventually, but maybe they would help tonight.
“You okay?”
I had to blink a few times to clear my eyes. “I think so, yeah.”
“Good,” she said, sliding a much thicker journal out of her bag. “Now this.”
“Your spellbook?” I reached out a hand, but then held back. That wasn’t what I was using
Sherrod’s book for—to randomly learn as much magic as possible. The desire was there, definitely so, but this wasn’t the way to do it.
“No,” I said, pulling back and turning towards my window.
“Justin, you’re planning to go find your family. And odds are, they’re in the middle of a black magic war zone. If he’s summoning more Maleficia, you need to be prepared.”
I pulled Quinn’s knife out of my pocket. “I’m prepared.”
“Beautiful,” she said, her tone dry, “you’re bringing a knife to an Apocalypse. Do you even know how to use that thing?”
“It’s a knife.”
“It’s an athame,” she corrected. “Have you ever used an athame in a fight?”
“Have you?”
“Well, no. You’re supposed to be eighteen before they’ll teach you.” She shifted the car into drive and started pulling out of the parking lot. “Do we have a general direction to go on, or are we just going to guess?”
The spell I’d been thinking of—the one that prompted the entire night’s insanity—didn’t have a flashy name like all of the others. Maybe Sherrod had been sick that day. Or maybe it didn’t do what I thought it did. But a spell called The Beacon seemed rather appropriate for tracking down lost Coven mates.
I focused on the knife in my hand, in the feel of it in my grip. And I pictured Jenna in my head —the way she’d casually toss back her hair and laugh when she was feeling particularly superior. The look she got in her eyes when someone pissed her off.
“Invenio van culum,” I whispered, tasting magic on my tongue, the thrill of casting a spell for the first time. Then I waited.
And waited.
And waited.
“I’m sure that happens to lots of guys,” Ash said quietly.
Then the car died, at the same time as the city lights of Carrow Mill winked out all at once.
The city didn’t fall into darkness. It jumped headfirst.
Twenty-Seven
“There were reports of children, of course, but we discounted them. Why would a terrorist cell like Moonset endanger everything by choosing the middle of a war to procreate?”
Robert Cooper
Transcript from the Moonset Trial
“Shut up,” I said immediately. “I did not do that.”
Ash sounded like she was struggling not to laugh. “I didn’t say anything.”
“You were going to say something.”
“I was not. Why would you even think that?”
“Because you exhale sarcasm.” I glanced at the window, even leaning towards the glass like it would give me more visibility. “The timing’s a little suspicious, I’ll admit.” Ash paused. I should have started counting down, because I knew something was coming.
“Hey, Houdini. You abracadabra’d and made all the lights disappear.”
The street was suddenly awash in light.
“See? The streetlamps are all back on again.”
Ash was peering out above the steering wheel. “Streetlights aren’t usually blue.”
Then we were both looking out the windows, studying the lights. The streetlights were only lit on Ash’s side, and only for a couple of blocks. Everything else was still … darkness.
“The spell?”
Ash looked at me, then shrugged. “Unless you’ve got a better suggestion.”
We followed the lights for the two blocks, and at the intersection Ash hesitated again. The path of lights continued to the left, turning even farther from the main downtown area.
“Can we trust it?”
I wiped my hands on my jeans. “Maybe this is how the spell works. Let’s go with it.”
Wherever the spell was taking us, it certainly wasn’t the fast route. The minute we were off one of the main roads, it was a circuitous path through every side road in the city. We’d reached the outskirts of the town and were now circling its perimeter.
“The lights are out here, too,” she said, keeping a slow and steady pace.
As I was jostled and bumped around my seat, I kept looking for some sort of guide. Some idea of where we were going.
Just as I was starting to get comfortable, Ash slowed the car and pulled off to the side of the road. “No more lights,” she said quietly.
“Is that a church?” I squinted.
“Oh,” she said, sitting back in her seat. She sounded … I wasn’t sure. Surprised? Resigned?
It was hard to say.
“Ash?”
Her hand moved, pointing towards the building. “It’s not a church. It’s a farmhouse. At least it used to be.”
“Used to be?”
She hesitated. “It used to be the Denton farm—Luca’s dad grew up there until the explosion.
After that, I guess they just left it to rot. They’ve lived in town ever since.”
“There was an explosion? Did it have something to do with Moonset?” If Mal’s dad had grown up there, it was a possibility.
“There was a party,” she said simply. “Something happened, but no one can agree on what.
Just that it was bad, and then something blew up and the house was unlivable.”
“This happened when they were in high school?”
“Yeah.”
“So it could have been a Moonset thing? Experimenting with Maleficia, maybe?” So why would Bridger come back here? Why to this particular place?
“It wasn’t just them, though. Everyone was at this party. All the kids they went to school with.
All the other witches. Whatever happened, happened to all of them.”
She looked over at the building, her hands clenched on the steering wheel. “Are you sure this is where she is? That they’re all here?”
“I don’t know.” My knuckles were white, my grip on the door handle should have dented the metal. “All I know is that Jenna’s in there.”
“And what if you find her? I know you don’t want to hear this, but … what if she wants to be there? Quinn said they could have left by choice.”