The Secret Circle: The Complete Collection

by L. J. Smith

  “Scarlett doesn’t know where she is,” Cassie said. “But she’s terrified they’re going to kill her.”

  She went on to describe her dream in vivid detail, how the hunters were holding Scarlett captive, torturing her, and studying her powers, and how she begged Cassie to come save her.

  “What should we do?” Adam directed the question to Diana, but it was Cassie who answered.

  “We need to find out where the hunters are keeping her,” she said. “We can use the locator spell Constance taught us.”

  “Yes!” Faye said, staring up at the moon as if it were speaking to her. “We’re back to using magic!”

  “Not so fast.” Diana pursed her lips. “We have to navigate this very carefully.”

  “Buzz-killer,” Faye said.

  “What we did on the docks was an exception,” Diana said firmly. “Using magic still puts us at risk. What if this is a trick to help the hunters figure out who we are?”

  “I don’t care about that,” Cassie blurted out.

  Everyone swung their head in her direction, awestruck by her outburst.

  “My sister is in danger,” Cassie continued, refusing to be dismayed. “It’s worth the risk.”

  Deborah was the first to break the silence with cackling laughter. “That’s not your call to make, princess.”

  Cassie had the urge to scream out again, but she restrained herself and simply said, “As one of the leaders of this Circle, it is partially my call to make.”

  “When are you going to get it?” Faye shouted. “You don’t get to put your own petty needs before the Circle.”

  “This is hardly a petty need, Faye,” Cassie said. “Scarlett is being tortured. They’re probably going to kill her.”

  “But it’s fine with you if we all get killed trying to save her.” Faye turned her back on Cassie dismissively, swatting her pitch-black hair in her direction. “You’re just being selfish.”

  “You’re one to talk about being selfish,” Cassie shot back. “Who’s more selfish than you?”

  “Okay. That’s enough.” Diana raised her clear, overpowering voice and called for order.

  Adam placed his hand on Cassie’s back to calm her. “There must be a way to perform the locator spell without the hunters tracing it.”

  Everyone got quiet for a moment to think, but Cassie couldn’t understand all this deliberation. A feeling of heat overcame Cassie, not from outside—the bluff remained cool and breezy—but from deep inside her gut, where a boiling anger seethed.

  There’s just no way, she thought to herself. She’d have to find Scarlett on her own.

  Then Adam shot up from the log he was sitting on. “We can do it in a crowded place,” he said.

  Nobody responded, but Adam had a look of delight across his face, and his breathing was heavy. “Don’t you get it?” he said. “If we do it in a crowd, the hunters will have a harder time deciphering the source of the magic.”

  “That, my friend, is brilliant,” Chris said, giving Adam a high five.

  Melanie’s gray eyes widened. “That totally could work. We could do it during some school event.”

  “Under the bleachers,” Laurel called out. “During the big track meet after school today.”

  Cassie threw herself at Adam and wrapped her arms tightly around him. “This is why I love you,” she said. “You always have the best ideas.”

  Adam’s eyes radiated an enchanting blue light. “Is that why?” He started laughing and then said, “Okay, so it’s a plan. We do the locator spell this afternoon.”

  “We should still put it to a vote,” Diana said brusquely.

  Faye smirked. “Way to kill a moment, D.”

  “It’s only fair to let everyone have their say on this,” Diana insisted. “And we should all keep in mind that locating Scarlett is only half of it.” She paused to look at Cassie. “Deciding what we do from there should be another vote entirely.”

  Cassie lashed out, unable to stop herself. “Do you not understand that they’re going to kill her? She’s my family. Does that mean nothing to you?”

  Diana’s lips parted, but no sound escaped. She searched Cassie’s eyes as if she were looking for something in them she’d lost.

  Cassie’s anger wasn’t intended solely for Diana, but it may as well have been. She had screamed almost directly into her face. It was no way to behave, but the way Cassie saw it, this wasn’t a time for cool analytics and meticulous strategy. Not when Scarlett’s life was at stake.

  Diana looked at Cassie for another bewildered and speechless moment before turning away. “We’re getting ahead of ourselves,” she said. “There’s no guarantee the locator spell will even work.”

  Adam went to Cassie’s side and put his arm around her. “But we’re going to try it. Do we all agree?”

  There were nods all around.

  Adam was so good to her, and it was something that the group was willing to try the spell, but it still wasn’t enough to console Cassie. All this voting and planning was wasting too much time. At this rate, they’d never get to Scarlett in time.

  Chapter 21

  Cassie went home during lunch to go over all her notes on the locator spell Constance had taught them. Since she’d never actually performed the spell, the details of how it worked were fuzzy in her memory. Her notes went on for a few pages, but as far as Cassie could tell, the spell was intended to locate lost objects. Nowhere had she written about using the spell to find a lost person.

  Just then there was a knock on her front door. It was Adam; she should have known.

  “I figured I’d find you here,” he said, following Cassie to her bedroom.

  “I’m not avoiding the Circle,” she said. “I wanted to do some research.”

  “I know. You’re off the hook anyway—everyone went home to gather stuff for the spell.” He plopped down on Cassie’s bed, beckoning her to join him.

  Did he really think this was a good time for a make-out session? Cassie sat beside him, holding her notes between them.

  “Is this locator spell really going to work on a person?” she asked. “I didn’t realize it’s actually a spell to find your missing car keys.”

  Adam removed the notes from Cassie’s hands and placed them down on the nightstand. “It might not work,” he said. “But it’s possible it will. These spells can be used to find lost people if those people really want to be found.”

  Cassie felt her shoulders settle a bit. There was no question that Scarlett wanted to be found. “But what if the hunters don’t want her to be found?” she asked.

  Adam frowned sympathetically. “That could be a problem. But my guess is the hunters do want to be found, because they want us to go to them.” Then his eyes filled with remorse. “There’s a reason they’re keeping Scarlett alive, Cassie. Otherwise they would have killed her outright. We will find her. I promise.”

  Cassie knew Adam was right. She kissed him softly on the cheek. “I don’t know how I’d get through this without you.”

  “Luckily you don’t have to,” he said, as he went in for a kiss. For just a moment, the world felt right again.

  After school that afternoon, the Circle gathered under the bleachers just before the track-meet finals were set to begin. But Faye was nowhere to be found. Searching the bleachers for her, Cassie and Laurel weren’t surprised to find that she wasn’t alone.

  Crowds had filled in the bleachers on all sides of Faye and Max, but they hadn’t noticed. Max was kissing her neck as Faye ran her nails down the length of his torso and tugged at his jeans like a hungry animal.

  “So much for her laying off Max,” Laurel said. “But I guess once the love spell was done, it was done.”

  Cassie nodded. “But Faye’s not under a spell, so what’s her excuse?”

  “She’s Faye,” Laurel said.

  Cassie noticed Portia walking toward them, or more like marching toward them, wearing a high-collared blouse that was the same shade as her straw-colored hair. />
  “Here comes trouble,” Cassie said.

  “Will you tell your disgusting friend to go get a room?” Portia shouted. “This is a track meet, not an R-rated movie.”

  Laurel giggled. “Portia’s right. I think they might be scaring the children.”

  She turned to Cassie. “Do you want to go douse them with some ice water, or should I?”

  Portia half-smiled. “Thank you, Laurel. I always knew you were the most reasonable one in your little clique.” Then glancing at Cassie, Portia added, “Though the bar’s been set pretty low.”

  “I’ll take care of it,” Cassie said, already walking away. She’d take any excuse to escape Portia.

  Laurel and Portia continued talking for a few minutes while Cassie did her best to pry Faye away from Max.

  “No,” Max whined. “Where are you taking her?” All the coolness had been sucked out of him.

  “Say good-bye, Max,” Cassie insisted. “Faye has to go now.”

  Faye struggled to cop one last feel of him before being hauled away. She grazed her fingers across his chiseled face. “Be a good boy and stay here,” she said. “And later you’ll get a reward.”

  Max’s strong features softened with boyish delight. “Do you promise?” he said.

  Faye blew a kiss in response as Cassie dragged her down below the bleachers.

  Once they were safely away from him, Cassie shook her head. “I can hardly believe that’s the same Max.”

  Faye smiled. “If you saw him with his shirt off, you’d believe it.”

  Below the bleachers, the Circle was almost done preparing the locator spell. Suzan and Sean stuck candles into the ground: one north, one south, one east, and one west. Nick ignited the wicks with his brass Zippo.

  Melanie tapped Cassie on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” she said, bumping her to the side. “I’ve got censers to light.”

  “Won’t they smell the incense?” Cassie asked, referring to the bleacher crowd above.

  “No,” Melanie replied, while clearing the ground’s energy. “It’s only jasmine. If anything, they’ll think someone’s smoking something.”

  “Is everybody ready to begin?” Diana called out, eyeing Cassie.

  She’d taken Cassie aside after chemistry class to hash out what happened at their morning meeting. She tried to explain her position, that she wished to save Scarlett as much as Cassie did, but she had to balance that wish with her responsibility to the Circle. It isn’t personal, she’d said. Cassie assured Diana she understood. But it was personal. That’s what nobody seemed to recognize. To Cassie this was all very personal.

  The sound of their schoolmates cheering above them indicated the track meet had begun.

  “We’re ready as we’ll ever be,” Laurel said.

  The group sat in a circle surrounding the candles as Diana instructed them to do. Then Diana placed a goblet of water within the circle.

  “Everyone invoke the element of Water,” she said.

  Cassie gazed into the goblet, imagining it contained the whole ocean, so blue and cold and deep that if she tried to stick her fingers inside it to reach its bottom, she never would.

  “Power of Water, I beseech you,” Diana said. And then, together as a group, the Circle softly repeated the incantation four times.

  That which is lost shall now be found

  Hiding places come unbound

  They stared into the goblet as Diana called out, “Let the water show the location of Scarlett.”

  At first there was nothing, just some ordinary water pooled in a fancy glass. The crowd above their heads cheered and rose to their feet, and the water stirred. It took a few seconds for it to go still again, but when it did, Cassie noticed her own reflection in the water becoming more pronounced. The shape of her own face, her round eyes and pouting mouth, sharpened to a pristine clarity. How frightened she looked to herself, how desperate. But soon that faded away and a new image emerged, with equal clarity. It was a broken-down house—the same house as the one in her dream, except now she could really see it, not just sense it.

  It was a rickety beach cottage, in what Cassie recognized as the classic Cape Cod style. It sat near the end of a long, desolate, sandy lane, with a large body of water on one side and tidal marshes on the other.

  I know this place, Cassie thought, but in the next moment, the image transformed into something else.

  What was it?

  The image was forming slowly, but she could swear it was a loaf of bread. Then the loaf separated into slices. Maybe she was just hungry, because as quickly as that image formed, it re-shaped into something else: It was the face of a man who appeared to be from the 1800s. He had bushy eyebrows and a thick moustache and wore a high collar. Cassie was sure she recognized this man, too, but from where?

  And then, finally, the image changed one last time—to a number. It flashed for only a second, almost too quickly to catch, but it was 48. It appeared to Cassie like a numbered white ball plucked from a lottery. Then the water blackened and became still.

  “I think Scarlett’s in Cape Cod,” Cassie said, looking to the others for confirmation.

  “Yes,” Adam agreed. “In the town of Sandwich. It’s in the northwest corner of the Cape.”

  Cassie laughed to herself. Of course. Why hadn’t she figured that out? “But who was that man?” she asked.

  “I know I’ve seen him before,” Diana said.

  And then it was Melanie’s turn to have a laugh. “I just read The Scarlet Letter,” she said. “That was Nathaniel Hawthorne.”

  “It was probably a clue to a street name,” Laurel suggested. “Lots of the streets are named after old authors around there.”

  “Forty-eight,” Adam said, typing it into his phone. “Forty-eight Hawthorne Street, that’s where she is.”

  “Well, what are we standing around for?” Nick said. “Let’s go get her.”

  “We can’t,” Diana said firmly. “Cape Cod is outside the realm of the protective spell. It’s too dangerous.”

  Melanie, sensing that Cassie was about to explode, backed Diana up. “We’ll need all the power we can get if we have a chance at defeating the hunters,” she said. “We should wait to battle them here in New Salem, under the guard of the protection spell.”

  “I’m done waiting,” Cassie said. “We can’t count on the hunters sparing Scarlett for long.”

  Before anyone had the chance to respond, there was a spine-chilling scream from the bleachers overhead. It immediately registered that this was not the right kind of scream to hear at a track meet. It was a grisly sound, pain and shock and horror all wrapped into one. It sounded like death.

  Cassie and the others hurried out to see what happened, but it was complete havoc when they emerged. They strived to see over the mad crowd of panic-stricken students and frantic teachers and parents.

  “There’s a student down, on the bleachers,” Adam said.

  Cassie caught sight of a head of straw-colored hair and instantly knew who it was. It was Portia Bainbridge. And she was lying right above where the Circle did their spell.

  “She collapsed,” someone from the track team said.

  Laurel elbowed through the crowd to see if Portia was still alive. She kneeled over her body, calling her name, and checked for a pulse. But it was no use.

  Portia was gone—as lifelessly stiff as Constance had been on the ground the night of the spring festival. And what was worse, what Cassie wished more than anything she hadn’t seen, was the faint glimmer of the hunter symbol on Portia’s shirt, just over the place where her heart would have been beating.

  Cassie didn’t need to ask the others if they could also see it this time. She knew by their fright-stricken faces that they could.

  “We need to get out of here,” Melanie said, ghost-faced.

  “Now,” Diana commanded. “Everyone to my house.”

  Scattered around Diana’s living room, the Circle tried to regroup. But they were reeling from Portia’s shocking d
eath, and their own near miss.

  Adam was walking in figure eights upon the hooked rug, gnawing on his fingernails. “Don’t you see what this means?” he said. “The hunters killed a human, thinking the source of the magic was coming from her. So they don’t know who the witches are yet.”

  “They still don’t know it’s us,” Faye echoed, from where she was lounging on Diana’s sofa. “After all this time. I told you so.” There was a hint of triumph in her voice.

  Laurel cringed at Faye’s insensitivity. “But that was a huge price to find that out, don’t you think? Portia’s dead.”

  “Ah yes, more Outsider blood on our hands,” Faye said mockingly.

  Suzan unwrapped a Twinkie she had buried in her purse and emotionally bit off its top.

  With her mouth full she mumbled, “I was finally starting to not hate Portia, too. And then we go and get her killed.”

  “It wasn’t our fault,” Deborah said. “There was no way we could have known that would happen.”

  Melanie disagreed. “We knew doing a spell as powerful as that was a risk, and we willingly took that risk. Portia would still be alive if we hadn’t.”

  Until now Cassie had remained silent. Of course she felt responsible for what happened to Portia, but there wasn’t time to dwell on it at the moment. She took control of the floor, hoping to channel the group’s fear and anger, and even their guilt, toward the task at hand.

  “I’m as rattled as the rest of you,” Cassie announced. “This proves the hunters are strong and getting closer. And Scarlett is still being held hostage and tortured in a shack on Cape Cod as we speak. We have to act fast before she reaches the same fate as Portia.”

  Diana began shaking her head before Cassie had even finished her sentence. “I’m sorry, Cassie, but we just can’t risk it. We’ll figure out another way.”

  Melanie jumped right in to aid Diana in shutting Cassie down. “We can’t mess with these hunters. Look at what they’re capable of.”

  Faye appeared to be utterly enjoying herself. What was it that charged her up? Was it the brutal loss of human life, the fractioning of the group, or everyone turning on Cassie?