StrifeSweep Series, Book 9Cate Tiernan
To the real Erin Murphy
1. The Meeting
At the end of the summer the sea always seems to be railing against the thought of another long, fierce new England winter. The waves hurtle themselves against the rocks with blind rage. Fishermen think of August as a terrifying month, but for me, its the most thrilling. Maybe its because my family has lived in Gloucester for generations. OR maybe its because were Wiccans, and that puts us in greater tune with nature.
Its ironic to think that my family settled so close to Salemwe were very lucky to survive the witch trials. Its strange to think that Wicca could inspire such terror when its such a gentle, loving, nurturing religion. I guess people are always afraid of power that they dont understand. And Wicca does deal with raw power, although the way my family practices, its never destructive. Both Mom and Dad are very into responsible uses of magick, which they drummed into me before my initiation three years ago. Now they are teaching the same thing to my younger brother, Sam. He wont be initiated for another seven months, but already I can see the energy beginning to spark n him. I know hes going to be a powerful witch. Im looking forward to his rites, but its hard not to envy him sometimes. My own power is more fickle, although I like to think that it is growing ad I continue to study and practice.
Every day I pray to the Goddess to make me worthy of my family.
Sarah Curtis
Calm down, I told myself as I gazed into the bathroom mirror and struggled to pull my long brown hair into a tidy French braid. This is going to be fine. I glanced at my watch. My boyfriend, Hunter Niall, was due any minute. Normally I would have been thrilled to be spending an evening with him, but tonight was no ordinary night. Notonight was the official meet-the-parents dinner, and I was beginning to feel sick with tension.
I was distracted by a quick tap on the door.
Come in, I called.
My sister, Mary K., walked into the bathroom. Is that what youre wearing? she asked, staring at my faded blue jeans and soft purple fleece shirt.
I looked down at my outfit. Whats wrong with this?
Mary K. just sighed and marched through the bathroom to the door that led into my bedroom.
Where are you going? I asked.
To find that shirt Aunt Eileen gave you for Christmas, Mary K. said. I know itll look great on you, and besides, she and Paula are already downstairs, waiting for us.
That shirt is practically see-through! I argued as Mary K. rummaged through my drawers.
Which is why youll wear it with this, she countered, holding up a pale pink tank top. Mary K. pulled the sheer, stretchy shirt off a hanger in my closet and handed it and the tank top to me. At least youre wearing low jeans, she said as I yanked off my fleece. Youve got the body for them.
I pulled on the new outfit and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. The slate blue shirt did make my dark eyes seem warmer, and the pink tone of the tank made my skin rosy. Once again, I was amazed at my sisters ability to pull together an outfit based on clothes I hardly ever wore.
Just then the doorbell rang. Showtime! Mary K. said brightly.
I stifled a groan. For the hundredth time, I wanted to kick myself for letting my parents invite Hunter over for dinner. It had seemed like a good idea when Mom suggested it, but now that the night had arrived, my heart was racing. It didnt help that my mom had decided to make a big event out of it, pulling together an ambitious dinner menu and inviting my aunt Eileen and her girlfriend, Paula, over, too. What if they dont like him? I worried as I stared at my reflection. My parents had met Hunter before but only briefly, in casual settings. Comparatively, this felt more like a college entrance exam.
I could hear the muted sound of greetings in the front hall. Mary K. pulled on her sweater. Lets go, she said.
I followed her into the hall and down the stairs. Hunter was in the front alcove, shaking hands with my father and smiling at my aunt and her girlfriend. He was holding a paper cone of rosesthey were such a delicate pink that they seemed to glow with their own light, like a bouquet of pearls. I stopped on the steps, and Hunter looked up at me with his steady green gaze. I smiled, and he smiled back, the edges of his brilliant eyes crinkling in a way that was both exciting and familiar.
Hey, Morgan, my aunt Eileen said with a grin. That shirt looks great on you. Her back was to Hunter, and she waggled her eyebrows at me, as if to say, Hes cute. I laughed nervously and gave her and Paula a hello hug.
Hunter gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. You look beautiful, he whispered, and I felt a blush rise to my face.
Mary K. took a delicate sniff. Is something on fire? she asked.
My dad looked at me in alarm, his eyes huge behind his glasses.
I think Id better go see how Mom is doing, I said quickly. Shall I put these in some water? I asked Hunter, taking the roses from him. Theyre gorgeous.
Do you need help? Hunter asked.
Oh, no, I said as nonchalantly as I could. Im sure everything is under control.
Hunter smiled, and I knew he wasnt fooled for a second.
My dad led everyone into the living room as I hurried into the kitchen. My mom was frantically waving her arms in a desperate attempt to force the smoke pouring from the oven out the open back door.
Should I do something? I asked.
Oh, Morgan! Relief swept over my moms face. Would you put on the fan before the fire alarm goes off? I have to pull this roast out of the ovenI think some of the drip-pings caught on fire. My mother is a real estate broker and doesnt spend a lot of time in the kitchen. The fact that my parents had both volunteered to cook for HunterDad made his famous black-bottom pie for dessertwas just evidence of how special they wanted this night to be.
I put the roses on the countertop, flipped on the fan, and turned the flame under the carrots on the stove to low as my mom wrestled the roast from the oven and fanned the smoke away from it. She shook her head. We should have ordered out, she said mournfully, pondering the blackened mess.
I tried not to groan out loud. Maybe we can make some gravy to cover up the black parts, I suggested.
Mom nodded, straightening her red sweater while I pulled some instant gravy out of the cabinet. Thank you, she said, giving me a wry smile. I guess Id better get out there and say hello to Hunter.
Something in my mothers voice made me look at her. Until that moment, it hadnt occurred to me that my mom might be as nervous about tonights official meet and greet as I was.
My mom picked up the cone of roses. These are beautiful,she said. After a moment she added, Hunter really is nice, isnt he?
He really is, I agreed. My mother smiled, and I had the sudden urge to hug her. She and my father knew that Hunter was into Wicca (although they didnt know quite how deeply). For lots of reasons, they were incredibly uncomfortable with the thought that Wicca was a part of my life. But here they were, making an extra effort to get to know Hunter, to be open-minded.
My mom hurried out to say hello to everyone. I made the gravy as Mary K. and my dad came into the kitchen. Dad did his best to carve up the roast. He really had to put his shoulder into it, but eventually he cut it into slices thin enough to be served. I put it on plates and poured gravy over each serving, then added the side dishes, and Mary K. carried the plates to the table. The roast didnt look too terrifying once it was disguised.
By the time I walked into the dining room, everyone was laughing and chatting. Hunter sent me a look that instantly made me feel warm all over, and I headed for my seat between him and Mary K.
Now that everyones here, Aunt Eileen said as I slid into the chair across from her, Paula and I have some news.
What is it? I asked.
Weve filed our papers, Paula said with a sheepish grin.
The adoption agency said that we should get a green light within the next ten weeks, Aunt Eileen added.
Then youll get a baby? Mary K. asked. Thats great!
I smiled, unsure what to say. I was happy for Paula and Aunt Eileen, but I couldnt help feeling a little weird. After all, I had only found out a few months before that I was adopted. It was a discovery that had led me to realize I was a blood witch, descended from a long line of powerful Wiccan women.
There was a moment of awkward silence, as if everyone was waiting for my response. I looked at my aunt, knowing how much she wanted me to be happy for her. Congratulations,I said finally. Thatsthats great.
That will be a lucky baby, Hunter said, and Aunt Eileen beamed at him.
Under the table, he reached for my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Turning to my mother, Hunter held up a forkful of roast beef and said, Mrs. Rowlands, this American smokehouse flavor is unbelievableits something we never get in England.
My mother hid her grin behind her napkin. Thank you, she said.
I concentrated on my food so that I wouldnt look at him and laugh. It was strange to see Hunter acting so confident and natural with my parents. When we were alone together, he tended to be more reserved, even a little intense.
Mr. Rowlands, Morgan tells me that youre very interested in physics, Hunter went on. Did you happen to read that article in Scientific American about the neutrino collector theyre building in Switzerland?
I could see by Dads face that this topic of conversation was his idea of heaven. Mom raised her eyebrows at me. On my other side, Mary K. leaned back in her chair to give me a broad wink.
I couldnt believe this night was going so well.
Once we were finished with dinner, Mary K. and I cleared the table and brought out dessert plates. Then I went back into the kitchen to grab the black-bottom pie. Just as I walked in from the dining room, the back door blew open with a bang. I jumped and turned around. Was someone out there? I walked to the door and cast out my senses.
I felt nothing. I took a quick lungful of the crisp night air. It was the middle of February, and in the moonlight the trees loomed black beneath their shrouds of snow. I shivered suddenly. Its just the wind, I told myself as I crossed to the door and grabbed the doorknob. Looking out into the night, I was hit with a sudden image of my old boyfriend, Cal Blaire. His dark, shaggy hair and golden eyes swam in my brain for a dizzying second, and then, just as quickly, the image was gone, leaving me with a dull ache in my chest.
Cal.
For a moment I tried to picture this evening with Cal at the dinner table instead of Hunter, but I couldnt. Cal had introduced me to Wicca, and he had told me that he loved me and that I was special. . but I had always felt insecure around him. Not that Im particularly secure to begin with when it comes to guys, but there was something about Cal that made me feel like he was doing me a favor by listening to me.
It had turned out that he only got to know me in the first place because his mother, Selene, wanted to drain me of my magick. She had almost succeeded, but at the end Cal had given his life to stop her. That had left me with a deep well of confusion and sadness. Cal had betrayed me, but in his own way, he had loved me.
Wheres that pie? The natives are getting restless, Mary K. said as she strode into the kitchen. She stopped when she saw my face. Are you okay?
I gave my head a quick shake to clear it and shut the outside door. Sorry. I crossed the kitchen and yanked open the fridge. I was just off in my own world for a minute. The pies right here. I handed it to her.
I think this is going really well, dont you? Mary K. asked in a low voice as she pulled open the silverware drawer and got out a knife.
Shockingly well, I agreed. I was grateful that Mary K. was being so supportive. She wasnt exactly a huge fan of Wicca, either, but she really liked Hunter.
My dads black-bottom pie was a treat, thick with nuts and silky chocolate. Once it was served, conversation slowed as everyone savored each bite.
Im stuffed, Aunt Eileen said, once she had finished her pie.
Everything was delicious, Paula chimed in.
My dad looked around the table. Coffee in the living room?
Hunter? my mom prompted. Coffee? Or maybe youd like some tea?
Nothing for me, thanks. Ill help Morgan and Mary K. with the dishes, Hunter said. He started gathering plates. I joined in, torn between awe and embarrassment.
How am I doing? Hunter whispered as we walked into the kitchen.
I snorted. I never knew you were such a ham. Or rather, such a smokehouse-flavored roast beef. I think my parents are just about ready to adopt you.
Fine with me. Can I share your room? He gave me a look, and my heartbeat suddenly picked up.
Eww, Morgan! Mary K. said from the sink, where she was scraping food into the garbage disposal. Is this your plate? I cant believe you hid your roast beef under a pile of mashed potatoes!
Well, you didnt expect me to eat it, did you? I countered. I didnt see you asking for seconds, either.
I dont like red meat, Mary K. said primly.
I thought the roast beef was good, Hunter said, looking surprised.
Mary K. and I snickered. Well, he is British, Mary K. pointed out.
I thought you were just sucking up to my mom, I told Hunter. The fact that you were actually sincere is a little scary. Should I worry about you?
Hunter laughed, and I felt a rush of delight. It was a surprising sounddeep and richand one I didnt hear all that often, especially lately. A few weeks ago Hunter and I had gone to New York to investigate Amyranth, a coven of Woodbane witches. The Woodbanes were one of the Seven Great Clans of Wiccathe ancient clans of blood witches. Historically, Woodbanes were dedicated to expanding their own power at any cost.
In a horrible surprise wed discovered that one of Amyranths leaders, and the man who killed my birth mother, was actually my birth father, Ciaran MacEwan. Ciaran had almost killed me, too, before he realized I was his daughter. The realization that I had come from someone so totally evil had thrown me into a tailspin, and for a while Hunter and I had broken up. During that time, Ciaran had manipulated me into almost killing him. But now we were back togetherironically, thanks to Ciaranand Hunters warm laugh in my familys bright yellow kitchen made all the horrible things wed been through seem like theyd happened ages ago instead of only weeks.
All right, Mary K., I said, Ill scrape the dishes if youll clear off the table.
Deal, she said, wiping her hands on a towel.
You scrape, Ill stack, Hunter said. Once Mary K. was out of earshot, he gestured after her. How is she?
I felt a pang. Twice in the last week Mary K. had woken up screaming from a nightmare about being trapped in a small room. I was worried that these dreams were tied to the night months ago when Selene had kidnapped Mary K. and used her as bait to lure me to her house. Mary K., spelled by Selene, had seemed unaware of the horrible battle Hunter and I had fought with Selene, but I always suspected that at least some part of that evening had penetrated her subconscious. Now I was afraid the suppressed knowledge might be boiling up into her conscious mind.
She slept fine last night, as far as I know, I told Hunter.
Morgan, I think you should tell Mary K. the truth.
I know. I shifted uncomfortably. You said that yesterday.
Hunters voice was low but insistent. She deserves to know what happened that nightpartly for her own sanity.
What happened what night?
I wheeled and saw Mary K. standing in the doorway. What night? she repeated, her eyes huge. What were you talking about? What havent you told me?
Her voice seemed to expand and fill the room, like thick smoke, then slowly fade away, seeping into the walls. I felt the color drain from my face.
Iwe just meant I stammered, turning to Hunter for help.
But Mary K. didnt even look at him. She kept her eyes trained on me. What havent you told me, Morgan? she asked again. Its about the night I was with Cals mother, the night they both died. Isnt it?
I didnt answer. The silence hung in the brightly lit kitchen.
Mary K.s nostrils flared. You told me that we were never in any danger.
I bit my lip, hesitating. Tell her, I could almost hear Hunter saying. A quick glance at him and I realized that he was throwing up a blocking spell so that my parents wouldnt be able to hear the argument we both knew was coming.
I sighed. We were in danger, I admitted finally. You remember that you were at Selenes house? I could hear the waver in my own voice.
My sister nodded. A small crease formed between her eyebrows as she struggled with the memory. In addition to Selenes spell, I had thrown up a number of obscuring and look-away spells as Selene attacked me and Hunter with every weapon in her dark arsenal. Mary K., I knew, had seen very little that night and understood even less.
Selene wanted. . I started, but I couldnt force myself to say, to steal my magick. My family was ignorant of my powers as a witch, and that was the way I wanted to keep it. I decided to start over. Selene wanted something from me. She wanted it pretty badly, and she threatened meand youto get it. She would have carried out her threats, but Hunter and I managed to stop her.
And. . Mary K. swallowed hard. Thats how she died?
Yes. The word was a whisper.
You killed her? Mary K.s voice was shrill.
She was going to kill us. The words flew out of my mouth before I could halt them. I stopped her.
My sisters face went pale. I couldnt tell whether it was from fear or rage. Oh my God, Morgan! she cried. When the hell were you going to tell me?
I dont know, I admitted. But were all okay
No, we are not okay! Mary K. burst out. We almost died, and you lied to me, Morgan! You hid this from me! And you would have gone on doing it!
I never lied to you. The words sounded lame even to me.
No, you just never told me the truth. Her eyes flashed.
Mary K. I reached out to grab her shoulder, but she jerked away from me.
Dont touch me, she snarled. The words hit me like a slap, and before I could gather my thoughts to respond, my sister had turned and run out of the kitchen. I stared dumbly after her, hearing her feet thud up the stairs.
Morgan, said a soft voice behind me. Hunter.
I turned to face him, feeling beaten. I think Id better go, he said. His face was grim.
I sighed. Im sorry.
Dont be. Hunter reached out and touched the side of my face softly. I understand. Walk me to the door?
I nodded. As we walked toward the living room, a burst of laughter floated into the hall. Everyone looked up as we stepped into the room.
Hunter has to go, I announced.
Dinner was wonderful, Hunter said warmly. Thanks so much for having me.
Anytime, my father said heartily. He shook Hunters hand and grinned at him.
It was truly our pleasure, my mom agreed as she gave Hunter a kiss on the cheek. I was blown away. My mom who never let me or my sister have guys in our roomswas giving Hunter the seal of approval.
Great meeting you, Aunt Eileen said. She and Paula gave Hunter a friendly wave from the couch.
We turned and walked into the front hall. Morgan dont forget that youve got homework to finish, my mother called after me.
Dont worry, I wont, I promised, grabbing my jacket from a peg in the hallway. As if I could forget. I had a ton of work to do. With all of the stuff that had been going on lately, I had fallen horrendously behind. If I didnt hand in my extra-credit paper for English the next day, I could practically kiss a passing grade good-bye.
Listen, Morgan, theres something I have to tell you, Hunter said as we walked out onto the front stoop. His voice turned serious, and he reached behind me to pull the front door closed. I heard from Eoife just before I came here tonight.
The cold February wind whipped against my face. Isnt she in London?
Hunter nodded. She phoned. She had a message for you.
Eoife McNabb worked for the International Council of Witches, the same group Hunter worked for. She was the one who had recently asked me to help the organization by contacting my birth father. The council had been looking for Ciaran for a long time, believing that he and his coven, Amyranth, were behind the dark wave, a hideous magickal cloud of destruction that had wiped out countless covens over the years. Id almost succeeded in trapping Ciaran, but at the last moment hed managed to slip through all our fingers.
Have they found Ciaran yet? I asked.
Hunter shook his head. Not yet, but the council is working on it. They believe hes somewhere in northern Spain or southern France. Eoife wanted you to know that the watch sigil you placed on him has been enormously helpful.
Hearing this, I felt a rush of contradictory emotions. Ciaran was my birth father, and Id felt a strange sense of connection to him when we were together. Still, I knew he was a dangerous man, that the council needed to find him. . and stop him.
I just wish you had more formal training, Hunter went on. Especially with Ciaran still at large
I know, I snapped. Im a loose cannon. A witch with power as strong as mine has a duty. I need to see the bigger picture. Et cetera. Ive heard it all before.
I dont want anything to happen to you, Hunter whispered.
The cold around me seemed to melt away as he leaned toward me and his lips met mine.
The kiss went on and on, and for a moment I felt a strange sort of nostalgia, knowing that I couldnt be in this moment forever. Soon I would have to go back to the real worldthe world in which I had homework to do and Mary K. was rightfully angry with me. But I pushed that feeling away. Dont think about what will happen when this kiss is over, I told myself.
My heart raced, and I was suddenly aware of the blood coursing through my body. I was aware of every breath of cold air that I drew into my lungs and released into the wintry night in a puff of steam. I could feel the heat that our two bodies were generating at the heart of the frigid darkness. I felt like more than just a person, and the emotions I felt seemed wilder than desire, deeper than love. I felt like I was a force of naturea storm, something unstoppable. I felt connected to Hunter and the world around me in an intricate and inseparable way, and I knew I was part of something greater than myself.
2. Contact
September 3, 1971
I feel sick. This afternoon Sam showed me a book he had just discovered. When I saw the cover, I nearly dropped the book in terror. It was a first edition of Harris Stonghtons book, On the Containement of Magick.
I couldnt figure out where hed found it. My parents havent told him about their library yet, and even if they had, I doubt they own any books by Harris Stonghton. Sam told me that hed found the book in the public library and had just taken it. He stole the book. He told me that he thought the book wanted him to have it.
I couldnt believe this was the brother Id known for his entire life. I asked Sam if he had any idea who Harris Stonghton was, and of course he didnt. I should hope not. I explained that Stonghton was the most notorious witch in New Englandthat he used dark magick and antiwitch hysteria to wipe out as many non-Woodbane witches as he could. He even killed a couple of our blood relatives, although I didnt tell Sam that. I could tell he felt guilty enough as it was.
I thought that would be the end of it, but when I handed him the book and asked him what he planned to do with it, Sam just said that he wasnt sure. I know my brother. If I try to force him to get rid of it, hell only want to hold on to it more. Part of me wants to tell our parentsabout this, but a larger part of me is afraid of how theyll react.
Goddess, grant me wisdom. And grant me courage to live in the house with that evil book.
Sarah Curtis
The tall redbrick form of Widows Vale High School rose bleakly against the gray February sky. I tried to shrug off the feeling of gloom that crept over me as I trudged toward the front door. Morning was never my finest hour, and the short winter days didnt help much. Neither did the fact that Mary K. had gotten a ride to school with her friend Susan Wallace instead of with me. She wasnt speaking to me.
Hey, Morgan! Jenna Ruiz stopped me as I stepped into the front hall. Her blond hair was swept up into a ponytail, and she was wearing a brown sweater and dark jeans. Her tentative smile made her look young and unsure. It was funny to remember that before I had joined the coven, I had found Jenna slightly intimidating. Going my way? she asked, jerking her head toward the stairwell that led down to the basementour covens winter hangout.
I tucked a few strands of hair behind one ear. Where else? I replied, and we fell into step together.
Jenna pushed open the door to the stairwell. Most of our regular coven crowd had already gathered. My good friend Robbie Gurevitch was sitting on the bottom step, leaning against Bree Warrens knees. Her arms were draped over his shoulders. Ethan Sharp and Sharon Goodfine sat higher up and to the left.
Raven Meltzer stood at the bottom of the stairs, by the banister. She was wearing a red velvet shirt and low-slung black leather pants that showed off the flame tattoo around her navel. It was actually a demure look for Raven. I, on the other hand, could never pull off that look in my wildest dreams. As I studied her, I wondered if Raven had gotten my cosmic share of curves.
The pale winter light that leaked in through the window at the top of the landing cast a faint glow on everyones faces. I leaned against the wall by the bottom stair, and Bree smiled at me, taking away at least part of the February chill.
Hey, she said warmly. How did it go last night?
Great, I replied. Everyone was charming, everyone was charmed.
Sharon took off her baby blue cardigan and slung it over her shoulders. What are we talking about? she asked.
Hunter did the official parental dinner last night, Robbie explained.
Oh, man, Ethan said. Cruel and unusual. Sharon dug her elbow into his knee. Ouch! he yelped. I was just saying. .
No, its true, I agreed. It was a little tense at first. But everyone was on their best behavior. It went well.
Not surprising, Robbie said. Hunter is every parents dream.
I looked at him, surprised. How so? I asked.
Robbie shrugged. Hunters responsible, hes generous, hes intelligent. And everyone can see that hes good for you, Morgan.
Besides, hes a witch, Raven added dryly. What parent wouldnt be thrilled?
I ignored Ravens comment, pleased with what Robbie had said. He and I were close friends, but wed had a fight a while back. Hed thought I was misusing my powers, and hed had a point. But I was learning to be more responsible. It was good to know that Robbie realized my relationship with Hunter was a big part of that.
Hey, Morgan, Ethan piped up, have you heard anything from Killian?
Killian was Ciarans son and my half brother. I had gotten to know him slightly over the past few weeks, but after hed come up to visit me in Widows Vale and behaved really badly, hed pretty much dropped out of sight.
No, I said, feeling a twinge of regret. Killian was irresponsible, reckless, possibly even dangerousbut I really liked him. And I liked having a big brother. I dont know where he is. Back in New York, probably.
I heard the door open and looked up to see Alisa Soto, one of the newer members of our coven. She was a sophomore with thick golden brown hair and dark eyes that were so large, she appeared almost owlish. Hi, everyone, she said shyly. She looked at me uncertainly. Hey, Morgan.
Hi, I replied, pleased to see her. She was younger than the rest of us and usually hung out with the other underclassmen before school. I guessed that her appearance meant she was finallyafter weeksstarting to relax around us.
Sharon gave Alisa a bright smile and patted the space beside her. Alisa walked down to sit next to Sharon, murmuring hello to Bree and Robbie along the way.
Robbie glanced at his watch. Ive got to get to the library, he said. Bree released him reluctantly. Ive got to grab these last ten minutes to study before Spanish.
Ill come with you, Bree said quickly.
An odd look flickered across Robbies face, but just as soon as it had come, it was gone. Great, he said. Lets go. Later, guys. He waved and headed up the stairs.