The Secret Circle: The Divide

by Smith, L. J.

  There she found Nick out by the water’s edge. He’d taken his leather jacket off and tossed it on the ground beside him. The wind off the water was blowing through his white T-shirt as if he were flying. It fanned his dark brown hair up from his sober face. Watching Nick when he didn’t have his defenses up was like overhearing a secret. It made Cassie feel special to witness it but also a little bit guilty.

  Cassie had wanted to be alone, but now she wanted nothing more than to be with Nick. Not in a romantic sense, of course. She loved Adam, but that didn’t mean she and Nick couldn’t be friends. So she went to him, preparing herself the whole way for his rejection of her company. But she felt she had to try at least. Nick may have been dark and brooding, he may have been unpredictable, and most days he could even be called rude—but there was a solid center beneath all that, and it was pure, like the crystalline core to a rough rock. Cassie had seen it, and she was determined to break through his tough exterior to reach it again. She missed his friendship—even though she knew she was pushing him to be friends when their breakup was still so fresh.

  “Hi,” she called out to him from a few steps back, not wanting to startle him.

  He turned slowly, unsurprised to see her, almost like he was expecting her.

  “Hi,” he said, which was invitation enough for Cassie to join him.

  “How are you?” Cassie asked.

  “Okay. How are you?”

  “Good.”

  It was awkward, definitely, but as they persevered through it, they began to slowly settle into their old habits. Nick teased her, pretending to be cruel, and Cassie rolled with his punches, laughing too loud. She’d wanted this for so long, she didn’t want to mess it up, but there was one thing she couldn’t let go.

  “Can I ask you something?” she said, when there was a lull in their conversation.

  Nick nodded, his jaw strong. “You can ask me anything, but it doesn’t mean I’ll answer you.”

  Cassie grinned. “Did you come out here hoping to see me?”

  “Wow, you’re conceited.” Nick cracked up laughing.

  “Is that a yes?”

  Nick stopped laughing then and just smiled. He was so stingy with his full-toothed smile, Cassie had forgotten how beautiful and bright it was when it happened. Its scarcity only made it that much more valuable.

  “Maybe the thought of you coming out here vaguely crossed my mind,” Nick said. “I have missed this between us.”

  At last. This was the Nick she knew.

  “Me too,” Cassie said.

  “Now I get to ask you something.” Nick flashed his bad-boy grin. “Is Adam driving you crazy yet?”

  “Nick!”

  “He is. I know he is. Don’t even try to deny it.”

  “No comment,” Cassie said, laughing. But then she added, “I guess I’m still getting used to his—”

  “Smothering?”

  “His goodness,” Cassie scolded. “Now be nice.”

  Nick suddenly appeared lighter, happier. Maybe all he needed to feel better was to take a good shot at Adam.

  Cassie let her eyes go soft on the ocean. “I promise things will go back to normal,” she said. “For you and me. For all of us.”

  But the moment those words left her lips, dark clouds formed overhead, too fast to be natural. They were ominous clouds of the sort you’d see in movies about the apocalypse. Nick grabbed Cassie’s hand, and they took a few cautious steps back, away from the ocean.

  “What’s happening?” Cassie asked. “Is it a tornado? Do you even get those around here?”

  “I don’t know what this is.” Nick scanned the surrounding area for a safe shelter. “We have to get out of here. All these trees. We have to try to run to your house.”

  They started running, but they only made it a few steps when streaks of furious lightning began flashing all around them, seemingly right at them.

  “Keep running,” Nick screamed. “And cover your head.”

  Ice-cold rain poured down, pelting them like needle-pointed arrows. The sky was completely black except for the lightning, which, when it flashed, illuminated the angry wind in the trees. The blustering sand and litter stirred up from the ground. Cassie strived to keep her eyes closed to the debris but also open enough to follow Nick’s course of escape.

  “We’ll never make it,” Cassie screamed breathlessly. “We should try a spell, to stop it.”

  “No!” Nick yelled. “No magic. Keep running.”

  One flash after the next, the lightning and thunder reminded Cassie of fireworks.

  “It’s them, isn’t it?” Cassie cried out. “The hunters.”

  Nick stopped running for a second, and Cassie also stopped, breathing heavily. Nick’s thick neck was pulsing; his chest was heaving. “I think so,” he said. “It could be a trick to get us to use our magic.”

  Then a lightning bolt struck a willing target—one of the many elm trees nearby. It cracked and sparked from the blow.

  Cassie shielded her eyes with her hand like a visor, watching the elm shiver and smoke. “Seems like they might already know we’re witches, don’t you think?”

  Then another tree right beside that one was hit, and then another, each one closer to Cassie and Nick than the one before. Finally, a fiery bolt crashed at the ground right next to Cassie’s feet. She screamed, and Nick pushed her out of the way, shielding her body with his own.

  Cassie and Nick were both on the ground now, she beneath him. His broad muscular body was heavy on hers.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. Rainwater dripped from his face onto hers.

  “Yes,” Cassie said. From beneath him she watched the trees that had been hit succumb to wild orange flames. It was the most furious fire Cassie had ever seen, with billowing black smoke rising up from it like a ghost.

  That could have been me, Cassie thought to herself. If Nick hadn’t thrown her out of the way, she would have been dead.

  It was a sight to see, those once great elms darken and wither to ash so fluidly. Their rugged brown bark melted at the will of the heat, like a chocolate bar left out in the sun.

  Whatever the hunters were trying to prove, they’d proven it. Clearly they were powerful, and they were willing to kill. They weren’t witches, but this kind of control over the elements looked like black magic to Cassie. What kind of witch hunters used the same tactics of evil witches?

  “They’re so close,” Cassie said.

  Nick let some of his weight off Cassie’s quivering body beneath him. “And they’re getting closer every minute.”

  It seemed to Cassie like there was no escape. She and Nick could get up and keep running, but the lightning and thunder would follow their every step until it finally hit its bull’s-eye, striking them down with a ball of fire that would burn and bend their bones like the brittle branches of an old elm tree. Or they could lie right there on the ground, unmoving, clutching each other and closing their eyes to it all. They could go with it easily, rather than try to fight it. Dying side by side with Nick was better than being shot down from the sky.

  And then as if it had all been a dream, the rain suddenly came to a halt, the lightning stopped, and the sky cleared the way for the sun. The day returned, eerily and beautifully, to the perfect color photograph it had been before. If the trees at their side hadn’t still been steadily burning, clouding the air around them with bleak black smoke, Cassie would have believed she’d imagined the whole nightmarish scene.

  “I guess we passed the test,” Nick said, standing up and brushing off his jeans. He ran his fingers through his soaking-wet hair and then offered Cassie his broad hand to help her to her feet.

  “How is that?” Cassie asked, taking Nick’s hand. “By not dying?”

  “It’s a pretty good start.” Nick put his sturdy arm around Cassie’s drenched sweater. “Let’s get you home.”

  Cassie looked up into his mahogany eyes gratefully. She’d never forget the way he’d protected her. Without a moment’s hesit
ation, he was willing to die for her.

  “I’m only going home if you’re coming with me,” she said.

  “Well, I’m sure as heck not staying out here,” Nick said playfully, trying to make light of the situation.

  “Nick.” Cassie refused to take another step until he looked her in the eyes and acknowledged what had just passed between them.

  “What?”

  “Thank you,” she said.

  He shook his head and looked away again. “You don’t have to thank me.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  Nick started to laugh awkwardly, nervously. The kind of laugh that comes out when you’re trying not to cry. Then he pulled Cassie in toward him and kissed her affectionately on the forehead, like a big brother might do. “No problem,” he said.

  Chapter 13

  Cassie and Nick heard fire trucks in the distance as they walked toward Cassie’s house. To extinguish the burning trees, Cassie figured. They sped up their pace to be safely out of the line of suspicion for arson. There was no telling what angle the hunters would take in order to destroy them.

  Once they were safely shut into Cassie’s house, Nick went into overdrive. “We should tell the others,” he said. “We should get them all over here right now.”

  His clothes were soaked through from the rain, and his hair dripped down in front of his face.

  “Wait,” Cassie said, moving from the kitchen to the living room. “There’s time for that.” She retrieved two large bath towels from the linen closet and tossed one at Nick. “Dry yourself off,” she said.

  He laughed. “I guess we are a little wet.” In one swift motion, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and wrung it out over the kitchen sink.

  Cassie caught herself gaping at his muscular torso and quickly turned away. “I’m going to go change,” she said, running off to her bedroom. “I’ll be right back.”

  When she returned, Nick appeared mostly dry, and his shirt was thankfully back on. But so were his shoes, and Cassie knew Nick was about to bolt.

  “You know what?” Nick said, moving toward the door. “I’m going to go home and take a hot shower. Then I’ll let the others know what happened.”

  As much as Cassie wanted Nick to stay there with her, she knew she had to let him go. “A hot shower does sound nice,” she said.

  Nick paused with his hand on the doorknob. “I assume you’ll take care of telling Adam.”

  Cassie nodded. But once Nick was gone, all she could do was sink into the couch.

  She lost track of how long she was sitting there, but it was long enough that when her mother came home, she startled as if woken from a dream.

  “It’s such a nice day outside,” her mother said. “You should be out by the water.”

  “No, I shouldn’t.”

  Her mother had just been to the farmer’s market. She hauled overstuffed bags of fruits and vegetables onto the kitchen countertop, oblivious to Cassie’s mood. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “I’ll make some lunch.”

  “Mom,” Cassie said, and the way she said it finally captured her mother’s attention.

  “What is it?” she asked, and joined Cassie on the couch. “What happened?”

  “Just a scare. But I’m pretty sure it was the hunters.”

  Her mother’s face paled. “So they’re not stopping with Constance.”

  Cassie shook her head. “I’m afraid not. I need you to tell me what you know about them.” Cassie could hear the pleading in her own voice.

  Her mother was visibly uneasy. “I don’t know much,” she said. “But there is one story from when I was much younger.”

  Cassie drew in her breath as quietly as possible. “Go on.”

  “Back when I was with your dad.”

  Cassie tried to remain perfectly still, to not make the slightest sound, nothing that could disturb the delicate balance of this moment—a story about her father.

  “We were on a road trip,” her mother said, staring straight ahead. “With some friends. And we had a run-in with a hunter family. One of our friends was marked with an ancient hunter symbol.”

  Cassie thought back to the symbol she saw on Constance’s forehead. “The W inside the hexagon,” Cassie said.

  “Yes.” Her mother swallowed hard. “It’s the way the hunters determine their victims. Once you’ve been marked, it’s nearly impossible to escape ultimate death.”

  Cassie made no reaction. She let her mother continue.

  “But your father saved my friend. And we all escaped.”

  “So he wasn’t all bad,” Cassie said.

  Her mother tried to smile. “He was powerful. People were afraid of his intensity, but when he cared about something, he was fiercely loyal to it.”

  Her voice quivered. “And he was charming. I couldn’t resist him, and I loved that I was all his, and he was all mine. I was special in his eyes. That’s how I got him to save my friend from the witch hunters. He did it all for me. He would have done anything for me.”

  A single tear fled down her cheek like a winding river. She quickly wiped it away with the top of her finger. “Ultimately, he put his desires in front of everyone else’s, but there was a reason I was with him in the first place.”

  This was a totally new side of Cassie’s father, a side she had never known, never even considered. And she suddenly realized something. Her mother had genuinely loved John Blake. Real love. The way Cassie loved Adam. The kind of love that doesn’t go away just because the person turns out to be different than you thought.

  When Cassie reflected on this, she understood why it was so difficult for her mother to talk about him. It wasn’t that she was being distant or secretive; she was still hurting.

  Cassie threw her arms around her mother and squeezed her too hard. “Thank you for telling me,” she said. “About him.”

  Cassie sat thinking, trying to process all she’d just learned. She tried to picture what her mother was like when she was happy and in love. And she imagined what it would be like now if her parents were still together. But in this mental picture her father was a regular man, a husband, and a father—not a force of evil. It was wishful thinking, in no way useful to Cassie now. Whether or not he was ever good, Cassie had to remind herself of what her father had done.

  “I wish I knew more about the hunters that would be helpful,” her mother said.

  Her eyes glazed over for a moment, and Cassie assumed their conversation was over. But then her mother said, “We can leave, you know, if you want to. We don’t have to stay in this town.”

  “I can’t leave,” Cassie said, taken aback. “And you know that.”

  “I thought that once, too,” her mother said. “But it isn’t true. You can always leave.”

  Cassie moved carefully toward her mother. “You’re the one who brought me here, remember?”

  “And I can be the one to take you away.” Her mother met her eyes sharply now.

  “I won’t run away,” Cassie said, her voice cracking with emotion.

  “You won’t run away because of Adam.” Her mother said it as a statement rather than a question. As if it were a weakness that she knew too well.

  “I won’t run away because I took an oath,” Cassie said.

  Her mother started crying again, not just one single tear this time but many, as if a dam had broken inside her.

  “I never wanted this for you,” she said. “This is exactly what I’ve spent my entire life trying to protect you from.”

  “I know.” Cassie strived to sound unafraid. “But the best way you can protect me now is to keep talking to me, keep telling me things I need to know from the past, even if they’re hard to talk about. Because I don’t have anyone else to tell me these things but you.”

  Her mother opened her arms, and Cassie let herself be held.

  “I promise you, Cassie,” her mother said. “All I want is for you to be safe.”

  They cried together for a little while, holding each other. It felt to Cass
ie like they were in mourning, grieving a death, and perhaps in a way they were. The death of the protective silence between them, and of their secrets and lies. The death of normalcy. Her mother rubbed soft circles into her back and told her everything would be okay, that they were in this together. For the first time, Cassie felt like a daughter.

  Later that night, Cassie went to Adam’s to tell him about the hunter’s attack on the beach. They rarely hung out at his house, and she was happy for the change of scenery. She loved being in his bedroom. Lying on his bed, she couldn’t help but imagine him sleeping there, wrapped in those same sheets, with his features softening innocently as he dreamed. She gazed around the room and observed his things, everyday items that would have no meaning to her if they didn’t belong to him—his schoolbooks stacked on his desk, his sneakers piled haphazardly in the closet, and a pair of jeans strewn on the floor. She could almost see him coming home from school, tossing the books down, kicking off his shoes, and stepping out of his jeans into something more comfortable. She felt an affection for the whole scene as she imagined it, and for every object he touched—by extension, it was all a part of him.

  Adam returned to the room with some snacks and drinks in hand. He closed the door behind him.

  “Sorry it’s a little messy in here,” he said. “I tried to clean it up, but . . .”

  “It’s perfect just like this,” Cassie said.

  He joined her on the bed, and she had the sudden urge to start rubbing his shoulders, to kiss his face and his neck—to forget all about the awful storm on the beach.

  Adam’s breathing slowed, and Cassie could sense he was thinking the same thing. He swept his fingers suggestively across her thigh.

  “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “But I’ve been worried about you. What happened today?” His hand slid from her thigh up to her hipbone, which was his favorite place to touch her.

  Cassie took a deep breath and sat up. “I went for a walk on the beach, and I ran into Nick,” she said. Cassie paused to read Adam’s expression, but his face remained neutral.