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"A witch," Cal said easily."Even for men."
"Have you done that yet?" I asked. "Been initiated?" The
words seemed to have a double meaning, and I prayed I
wouldn't blush again.
He nodded.  whenI was fourteen.
 Really?
 Yeah.My mom presided. She's the high priestess of a
coven, the Starlocket coven. So I had been studying and
learning about it for years. Finally, when I was fourteen, I
asked to do it. That was almost four years ago I'll be
eighteen next month.
 Your mom is a high priestess? Does she have a new coven
here? Outside, it was getting dark, and the temperature was
dropping. Inside, the math club meeting had already started,
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warm and well lit. ButCal was out here.
 Yes, Calsaid.  She's pretty famous among Wiccans, so she
already knew a bunch of people here whenwe moved. I go to
her circles sometimes, but they're mostly older people.
Besides, part of being a witch is teaching other what you
know.
 So you're actually a witch, Isaid slowly, taking it all in.
 Yep. Calsmiled again and stood up, holding out his hand.
Awkwardly I let him pull me to my feel.  And who knows? he
said.  Maybe this time next year, you will be, too.And Raven
and Robbie and anyone else, if they want.
Another smile and he was gone, and then it really was dark
outside.
10. Fire
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bear no child except he wills it. If a man lies with a witch of
the Seven Houses, she will bear no child.
--The Ways of Witches,
Gunner Thorvildsen , 1740>.
Tonight I sent a message. Will you dream of me? Will you
come to me?
"The movie is supposed to be great. Don't you want to see
it? And Bakker's going to be there,"
Mary K. said She came through the bathroom that connected
our two rooms, pulling on her shirt In front of my full-length
mirror she turned, looking herself from all angles. She gave
her mirror image a big smile.
"I can't" I said, wondering why my fourteen-year-old sister
had gotten not only her share of the family chest but my
share, too, apparently. "I'm going to a party. Where are you
all meeting?"
"At the theater" she said.  Jaycee's mom is driving us.Do
you like Bakker? He's in your class."
"He's okay," I said."He seems like a nice guy.Cute." I had a
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you. He's not being
too pushy, is he?"
 Uh-uh," Mary K. said confidently. "He's been really sweet"
She turned to look at me as I stood in my underwear in front
of my open closet. "Where's the party? What artyou going to
wear?"
"At Cal Blaire'shouse, and I don't know," I admitted.
" Ooh,thatnew senior," said Mary K., coming over to shove
clothes around. "He is so hot Everyone I know wants to go
out with him. God, Morgan, your clothes really need help."
"Thank you," I said, and she laughed.
"Here, this is good," she said, pulling out a shirt "You never
wear this."
It was a dark olive green, thin, stretchy top that my other aunt
Margaret, had given me. Aunt Margaret is my mom's older
sister. I love her, but she and Aunt Eileen haven't talked in
years, ever since Eileen came out Since Aunt Margaret had
given me the sweater, I felt disloyal to Aunt Eileen when I
wore it Call me oversensitive.
"I hate that color," I said.
"No," Mary K. said emphatically, "It would be perfect with
your eyes. Put it on. And wear your black leggings with it"
I scrambled into the shirtDownstairs , the doorbell rang, and I
heard Bree's voice. "Oh, no way," I protested. The shirt
barely came down to my waist "This isn't long enough. My
ass will be hanging out"
"So let it" Mary K. advised. "You have a great ass.
 What?" Bree came in. "I heard thatThat shirt looks great
Let's go."
Bree looked amazing, like a glowing topaz. Perfect flyaway
hair accentuated her eyes, making them striking. Her wide
mouth was tinted a soft shade of brown, and she was almost
quivering with energy and excitement She wore a clingy
brown velvet top that accentuated her boobs and low-slung
drawstring pants. A good three inches of tight flat stomach
showed. Around her perfect belly button she had put a
temporary tattoo of sun rays.
Next to her I felt like a two-by-four.
Mary K. shoved the leggings at me, and I put them on, no
longer at all concerned about how I would look. A plaid
flannel shirt of my dad's completed my ensemble and
covered my butt. I brushed my hair while Bree tapped her
feet with impatience.
 We can take Breezy," she said. "She's working again
Minutes later I was sitting on a prewarmed leather seat as
Bree stomped on the gas and flew down my street
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"What time do you have to be home?" she asked, Th /s may
go till late." It was barely nine o'clock.
"My curfew's at one," I said. "But my folks will probably I be
asleep and won't know if I'm a little later. Or I could call them
or something." Bree never has to call home and check in with
her dad about anything. Sometimes they seem more like
roommates than father and daughter.
"Cool." Bree tapped her brown fingernails against the
steeringwheel, took a turn a bit too fast and headed
outGallows Road to one of the older neighborhoods in
Widows Va /e.Cal 's neighborhood. She already knew the
way.
Cal's house was awesome, huge, and made of stone. The
wide front porch supported an upstairs balcony, and ever-
green vines climbed up the columns to the second floor. The
front garden was lush and beautifully landscaped and just on |
the verge of wildness. I thought of my dad humming as he
pruned his rhododendrons every autumn and felt almost sad.
The wide wooden door opened in answer to our knock, and
a woman stood there, dressed in a long linen dress the dark
purple-blue of the night sky. It was elegant and simple and
had probably cost a fortune.
"Welcome, girls," the woman said with a smile. "I'mCal 's
mother, Selene Belltower ."
Her voice was powerful and melodious, and I felt a tingling
sense of expectation. When I got closer to her, I saw thatCal
had inherited her coloring. Dark brown hair was swept
carelessly back from her face. Wide, golden eyes slanted
over high cheekbones. Her mouth was well shaped, her skin
smooth and unlined. I wondered if she had been a model
when she was younger.
"Let me guess you must be Bree," she said, shaking
Bree's hand. "And you must be Morgan." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]