Careful not to wake her mother, Cassie got out of bed, slipped on her sneakers, and wrapped her jacket around her shoulders. Then she unlatched the front door and slinked out to the edge of their property. From high up on the bluff she had a long view of the whole block, every old house on crooked Crowhaven Road - the ones in good repair as well as the ones that looked as if they might tip over into splintering timbers in a strong wind.
Cassie strained her eyes to see far out. First, she saw that the fire had been extinguished, but she could still smell the remnants of smoke and burnt grass in the air. And then she noticed two bodies moving around in the dark, along she noticed two bodies moving around in the dark, along the outskirts of the lawn. It was difficult to make out who it was through the lingering smoke. Cassie squinted her eyes, but it was no use. She considered taking the walk down. It had to be someone in the Circle. But then the bodies began moving closer, and Cassie recognized who it was. It was Adam and Diana.
Diana's long blonde hair shined beneath the streetlights as she walked, closely and carefully with Adam, toward her house.
Cassie felt a pang of resentment. They were both up and out, together. And neither of them took the time to call Cassie themselves.
How had she drifted so far from the two most important people in her life?
Cassie turned around and went home with an emptiness in her stomach. She tiptoed across the living room floor, back to her bedroom, and gently closed the door. Then she kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed, sorry she'd ever left it in the first place.
She could guess what they were doing. They were planning, strategizing, and plotting the meeting that would happen in a few hours. That was just who they were and how they would always be. The brave knight and the high priestess, ever vigilant. They were the real influence behind the group, no matter who was called leader or who wore the Tools.
Adam may have been Cassie's soul mate, but there would always be the Circle. And the Circle, if represented by one person, would be Diana. Not for one second did Cassie suspect that Adam was cheating on her with Diana.
He didn't have to. What he shared with Diana was something above and beyond cheating.
Cassie stared up at her ceiling, sleepless. Let them strategize. Cassie was done waiting on the sidelines. She would go to rescue Scarlett herself and destroy the hunters before they marked anyone else - and before they had the opportunity to kill Laurel.
But Cassie knew she'd need two things if she was going to fight the hunters by herself: the diadem and garter from Diana and Faye.
Chapter 24
The next morning, Cassie arrived at Diana's house with coffee and fresh muffins. Diana looked a little unsteady accepting the bag of baked goods from Cassie, unsure of what to make of her kind gesture. Since they'd last disagreed and Cassie stormed out of their Circle meeting, they'd avoided each other. So it was only fair for Diana to be a little suspicious of such an abrupt and dramatic change of heart.
"Will you join me for a moment at the kitchen table before the others arrive?" Diana asked Cassie.
Cassie sat, pulled one of the coffees closer to her, and listened.
Diana nibbled on the end of a corn muffin. "I was up all night researching spells to reverse a mark," she said. "To save Laurel."
"And?"
"Nothing has been perfect yet, but it's promising. I'm hoping to figure out a way of combining an uncrossing spell with a healing spell."
All Cassie could think about was the diadem, but she forced herself to nod encouragingly at Diana.
"Let me know if there's anything I can do to help," Cassie said. She knew she needed to give Diana more to regain her trust.
"I know I've been acting a bit heated lately," Cassie
"I know I've been acting a bit heated lately," Cassie continued. "And I shouldn't have walked out of the last meeting that way, when it's so important for us to stick together."
Diana's eyebrows lifted, and Cassie could sense her heart filling with hope.
"And I want to help keep the Circle together, at its strongest," Cassie said. "I truly believe that together we are strong enough to defeat the hunters."
Diana tilted her chin at Cassie just as Adam appeared at her side door.
The sight of Cassie made his tense, watchful face loosen. Then his eyes briefly met Diana's, and a flicker of understanding passed between them.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," Adam said. "But I have to admit, it's nice to see you two talking." Diana smiled at Adam, fully convinced the air between her and Cassie had been cleared. She gave up on her muffin and reached for Cassie's hand.
"I'm so glad you've come around," she said. "We're going to go after these hunters here on our own turf." Her emerald eyes pooled with tears. "That's how I can be sure my sister is safe."
Adam joined them at the table, grabbing a coffee, not wanting to be left out of their conversation. "And remember, Cassie," he said, "Scarlett is a powerful witch, as powerful as you. Maybe even more powerful." He stirred his coffee.
"You have to trust that she can take care of herself." Soon the rest of the group began trickling in. Deborah arrived with Melanie and a panicked Laurel. Nick, looking icily handsome, stepped in behind her. They were followed by Chris and Doug, and a slinking, half-asleep Sean.
Finally, Faye arrived with Suzan, who nearly knocked her over in a rush toward the plate of muffins.
For a few minutes, everyone fussed around the kitchen table, drinking and eating. The group's chatty conversation had a different quality than usual. Cassie felt a chil coming off them, a new kind of fear. And she sensed a darkness within herself, as if with this latest threat, she'd been pushed farther out to the periphery of the group for good.
It was easy for Cassie to slip away unnoticed. She swiftly grabbed her purse and made her way to the bathroom without anyone missing a beat. Then she kept walking. She knew the diadem was hidden in Diana's room. All she had to do was find it. And the door to Diana's room was open, practically inviting her inside.
She paused at the threshold. There was no undoing this once she stepped inside. She had to be sure she was willing to suffer the consequences later on. But remembering her nightmares and the sound of Scarlett screaming was all it took to convince her to take that critical step through the doorway.
Cassie had grown so accustomed to the elegance of Diana's room. At one time it struck her as an oddly adult room for a teenager to have, but today it seemed perfect for Diana.
Now, if she were Diana, where would she have hidden the diadem?
Cassie let her eyes hover around the room and pass over each piece of antique-looking furniture. She gazed at the window seat and the many hanging prisms in front of it.