Nick let out a snort. “Nothing is ever that simple for us, unfortunately.”

Diana led Max to an empty seat among the group. “The spirits are out of our bodies,” she said. “But now they’re in their own, running around free in New Salem.”

“And we need to figure out how to get rid of them,” Cassie said, taking the floor. She looked at Nick specifically.

“While you were all possessed, the ancestors were insistent on getting the Book of Shadows,” she said. “The book must be the key to it all.”

Nick agreed. “If the book is what invited them back into the world,” he said, “maybe it’s the way to get them out.”

Melanie and Laurel leaned forward. Sean, Chris, Doug, and Deborah were visibly plotting in their minds how they might use the book to thwart the dark ancestors’ plot.

“Then let’s go through the book right now,” Faye said. “Analyze it until we figure out how to get rid of these bastards.”

Cassie’s friends had somehow overlooked the fact that she no longer had the book. They were all still possessed when she’d handed it over to Scarlett. The spell must have occupied all their attention.

Only Nick realized the truth. “Cassie can’t go get the book right now,” he said.

Adam wasn’t used to being one step behind, especially when it concerned Cassie. “Why not?” he asked, frustrated.

Cassie dropped her eyes. “I gave the book to Scarlett. I traded it for her help with the exorcism spell.”

A deadly silence washed over the room.

Cassie shrank beneath it, for having played so easily into Scarlett’s plan. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But it was the only way I knew how to get you all back.”

There were attempts at encouraging nods all around, but the morale of the group had nosedived.

“Well then,” Max said unexpectedly, catching the whole Circle off guard with his tone of cooperation. “The first item of business is to get the book back.”

“Yes.” Diana took Max’s hand. She practically glowed. “That’s exactly what we’ll do.”

Cassie closed and locked the front door as the last of her friends left for the night.

“Alone at last,” Adam said.

It was finally just the two of them, for the first time since he’d been himself again. Cassie took him by the hand and led him upstairs to her room.

She dropped onto her bed, and Adam joined her.

It suddenly occurred to her how exhausted she was. She couldn’t get the sight of those wretched ancestors out of her mind. It left her with a weighty sense of dread, as if she’d swallowed a heavy stone and it had gotten lodged in her chest.

Adam let his hand fall on her leg and kept it there. “You’re glad I’m back,” he asked, “aren’t you, Cassie?”

“Are you kidding? I never want to let you out of my sight.”

Adam looked down at his hand, which he still hadn’t moved. “I wish it had been me to help you these past few days, not Nick. It should have been me.”

Cassie wondered if Adam remembered how close he’d gotten to Scarlett. Was that contributing to his shame?

“I don’t want you to think it’s because my love wasn’t strong enough,” Adam continued. “It wasn’t that. It was that Absolom was too strong.”

Cassie cuddled up to Adam, covering them both with her heavy cotton comforter. It sheltered them like a tent. “I do know that,” she said, as much for her own benefit as for Adam’s.

The pillow behind Cassie’s head was soft, and her sheets smelled fresh and clean. Having Adam with her made everything better.

“I want things to go back to normal,” Adam said. “Between you and me. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

“I want that, too.” Cassie rested her head on his shoulder. “It’s already starting to feel that way.”

Adam pulled her in closer. “Good.”

Cassie closed her eyes to draw out the moment, to listen to his breath and his heartbeat. It was a slow and steady rhythm now, and she found her own heart adjusted to match it. Their chests rose and fell together, perfectly and unconsciously synchronized.

They began to doze off that way, wrapped up in each other’s arms, descending to restful sleep and sweet dreams.

Chapter 16

“Did you hear what happened at Old Town Hall?”

“I heard it was vandalized. And someone also broke into the history museum.”

“The shopping mall, too. The police are saying it may have been a group of people. They aren’t sure if all the incidents are related.”

Cassie was in English class, eavesdropping on Sally Waltman’s conversation with her friend Tina.

Sally shot Cassie a knowing look when she realized she’d been listening. Cassie returned the gaze and then politely looked away.

These stories of robbery and vandalism weren’t unique, unfortunately. Cassie had been hearing about similar strange things happening around town in the last few hours. The ancestor witches were creating havoc all over New Salem now that they had their bodies back. Cassie kept a mental list of it all, and she feared the worst: that the ancestors were seeking retribution for all they’d lost in their lifetimes, all that had been taken from them by Outsiders.

After the bell rang, Cassie approached Sally as she was packing up her books. “I couldn’t help but overhear,” she said.

Sally scanned the surrounding area to be sure nobody was listening. “I knew something was up when your friends attacked me and ambushed the auditorium, but now it seems like the trouble is spreading into town. What’s going on?”

“It’s a long story,” Cassie said.

“It is witch-related, isn’t it?”

“Ancient witches,” Cassie said as the two of them exited their classroom. “The worst in history.”

They reached Cassie’s locker. She opened it to exchange her English notebook for her math textbook. “I’m afraid what they’re after is revenge—on New Salem, on the whole world.”

“On Outsiders,” Sally added.

“You can be sure of that.” Cassie slammed her locker shut. “Even before they were killed, they wanted to destroy all non-witches. Now they have their own untimely deaths to avenge.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Sally asked.

The offer warmed Cassie’s heart. If only her ancestors had encountered Outsiders so willing to set aside their differences, they might not be so quick to judge.

“Thank you,” Cassie said. “I’ll let you know. For now, keep your eyes open, and be careful.”

Cassie turned around to make her way to her next class, and she came face-to-face with Alice.

She gasped.

“Sally, I’ll see you later,” Cassie said, and Sally had the good sense to walk away.

Black John’s sister still had a sadness about her, but she looked different from the last time Cassie had seen her. She’d let down her dark brown hair, and Cassie noticed it had been cut into layers. Her blue-gray eyes were subtly etched with liner, and her eyebrows had been plucked to a cleanly lined arch. She wore tight jeans, a sheer black blouse, and about a dozen necklaces of various sizes and styles, probably to cover the mark on her neck. She looked good, Cassie thought, and a second later the deeper truth sunk in: She looked modern.

So that’s what the ancestors were doing at the mall. They’d gone on a shopping spree and given themselves makeovers.

Lurking behind Alice was the other ancestor who was young enough to easily pass as a student: Beatrix. She had also updated her look to blend in unnoticed at school, but more shockingly, she no longer appeared burned. She must have done a spell to heal her mottled skin, because it shimmered in a way Cassie could only describe as magical. Her face was pale and smooth and new, untouched by her difficult life.

Alice blinked her cheerless eyes at Cassie. “Niece,” she said.

Her voice startled Cassie just as it did the first time she heard it. It reminded Cassie of the way her own voice had sounded when she had strep throat. She remembered how it felt like someone was stabbing her in the tonsils every time she tried to utter a word.

Cassie unconsciously brought her hand up to her own neck. She swallowed carefully.

Alice reached out to her, but Cassie took a step back, suddenly repulsed by the idea of this body—practically a living corpse—touching her.

Alice wrinkled her eyes, seeming hurt by Cassie’s aversion.

“I want nothing to do with you,” Cassie said, her voice cracking. Before she even realized what she was doing, she took aim at Alice and Beatrix and called out a spell: “Infirmitate super vos!”

Alice deflected Cassie’s magic with a leisurely wave of her hand. “See,” she said. “Now that’s the Blak spirit.”

Cassie’s own surprise at casting that spell wasn’t lost on Alice.

“Those instincts of yours,” she said. “Don’t you feel it? You’re with us. You’re one of the greats.”

She exchanged a side glance with Beatrix. “We need a twelfth member to our Circle, Cassie. And we want that member to be you.”

Cassie considered this. Was she one of them regardless of how hard she tried not to be? So many people, loved ones, had died on her watch as she’d striven to be good. And she was the one who performed the spell that released them into the world in the first place. She’d resurrected their evil, willingly or not.

The thought of it made Cassie sick. The urge to cast another dark spell at them was overwhelming.

“You’ll never have me,” Cassie said, fighting off her baser impulse.

A flush of anger crossed Alice’s face, and Cassie was shocked at how quickly her expression could change from hurt to raw rage. “You think quite highly of yourself, don’t you? Good. You should. But you can’t resist your destiny.”

“My Circle is my destiny,” Cassie said. But her self-assurance was immediately overshadowed by another thought: What about the rest of her friends? The ancestors wanted Cassie, but if they couldn’t get her, they’d just try for someone else. And they’d keep trying until they—

“Forget her,” Beatrix said to Alice. “Every family has a weak link.”

“She isn’t weak,” Alice snapped back.

It occurred to Cassie that the other ancestors might already be going after the members of her Circle—at this very moment. She didn’t have time for this standoff with Alice and Beatrix.

Cassie turned on her heels and left them standing there. Let them think her a coward if they wanted to. She didn’t care. She needed to find her friends, and fast.

Cassie texted the entire Circle: Emergency meeting. Meet at the Colony Diner ASAP!

The Colony Diner was just off school grounds. Close enough to walk to within minutes, but far enough away to be private and protected. Cassie arrived first and sat alone for a few minutes, tapping her fingernails on the orangey-yellow faux wood table. She ordered a strawberry milkshake to keep the waitress occupied. With each second that passed, the knot in her stomach tightened. What if none of them came? What if she’d already lost them?

But Adam arrived within minutes, then Diana, and finally Cassie calmed down enough to take a sip of her shake. Nick, Deborah, and Faye had been in the middle of Phys. Ed together, their least favorite class, so they were quick to cut out and make their way to the diner.

Melanie and Laurel appeared next, from study hall at the library, with overstuffed book bags weighing down their shoulders.

“What’s the emergency?” Melanie asked.

“Has anyone heard from Sean, Chris, or Doug?” Cassie asked. It was no secret those three were all on the impressionable side. Some might even call them reckless.

Just after placing a food order with the waitress, Cassie caught sight of Chris’s Jeep zipping into the parking lot. It settled into a spot, and Sean and Doug jumped out of the backseat. Cassie’s whole body relaxed as she watched them dash for the diner’s entrance.

“Sorry we’re late,” Sean said, squeezing into the booth beside Nick, with Chris and Doug behind him. “We were at the park.”

“In the middle of the school day?” Melanie raised her eyebrows.

“Never mind that,” Doug said. “What did we miss?”

Cassie pushed her milkshake away and cleared her throat. “Alice and Beatrix showed up at school today. They need a twelfth member for their dark Circle. Which means they’re going to be coming for every one of you.”

Cassie focused on Sean, Chris, and Doug, and then, finally, Faye. “They’re going to corner you, try to manipulate your weaknesses.”