Dark Magick (19 page)

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Cal said angrily, taking a corner too fast. I slumped against the car door helplessly. Inside, my mind was whirring like a tornado, a thousand thoughts spinning out of control, but the binding spell he had put on me weighted my limbs as thoroughly as if I were encased in cement.

“Slow down,” I managed to whisper.

“Shut up!” he shouted. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this! I love you! Why can’t you listen to me? All I need is for you to come talk to Selene. But no. You can’t even do that for me. The one thing I ask you to do, you won’t. And now I have to do this. I don’t want to do this.”

I slanted my eyes sideways and looked at Cal, at his strong profile, his hands gripping Das Boot’s steering wheel. This was a nightmare, like other magickal nightmares I’d had before, and soon I would wake up, panting, in my own bed at home. I just needed to wake up.Wake up, I told myself.Wake up.You’ll be late for school.

“Morgan,” Cal said, his voice calmer. “Just think this through. We’ve been working with witchcraft for years. You’ve only been doing it a couple of months.At some point you’ll just have to trust us with what we’re doing.You’re only resisting because you don’t understand. If you would calm down and listen to me, it would all make sense.”

Since I was in essence deadweight right now, his telling me to calm down seemed particularly ironic. Cal kept on talking, but my brain drifted away from his monologue. Focus, I thought. Focus. Get it together. Make a plan.

“I thought you would be loyal to me always,” Cal said. My eyes were just above the window ledge, and I saw that we were just entering Widow’s Vale. Were we going to Cal’s house? It was so secluded—once he got me there, I’d never get out. I thought about my parents wondering where I was and wanted to cry. Focus, dammit! Think your way out of this.You’re the most powerful witch they’ve ever seen; surely there must be something you can do.Think!

Cal flew through a red light at the edge of town, and involuntarily I flinched as I heard the squeal of brakes and an angry horn. I realized he hadn’t even put my seat belt on me, and in my present helpless state I couldn’t do it myself. Fresh, cold fear trickled down my spine when I pictured what would happen to me in an accident.

Think. Focus. Concentrate.

“You should have just trusted me,” Cal was saying. “I know so much more than you do. My mother is so much more powerful than you. You’re a student—why didn’t you just trust me?”

My door was locked. If I could open it, I could maybe tumble out somehow. And get crushed beneath the wheels since I probably couldn’t leap out of the way. Could I unroll my window and shout for help? Would anyone in town recognize my car and wonder why I wasn’t driving it?

I tried to clench my right hand and saw with dismay that I could barely curl up my first knuckle.

The night of my birthday, when Cal had put the binding spells on me, I had somehow managed to break free. I had—pushed, with my mind, like tearing through plastic, and then I had been able to move. Could I do that now?

We raced through downtown Widow’s Vale, the three stoplights, the lit storefronts, the cars on their way home. I peered up over my window, hoping someone, anyone, would see me. Would Cal get stopped for speeding? I almost cried as a moment later we passed through downtown and were on the less-traveled road that led toward Cal’s house. Panic threatened to overtake me again, and I stamped it down.

Bree’s face floated suddenly into my mind. I seized on it. Bree, Bree, I thought, closing my eyes and concentrating. Bree, I need your help. Cal has me. He’s taking me to Selene. Please come help me. Get Hunter, get Sky. I’m in my car. Cal is desperate. He’s going to take me to Selene. Bree? Robbie? Hunter, please help, Hunter, Sky, anyone, can you hear me?

Working this hard mentally was exhausting, and my breath was coming in shallow pants.

“You don’t understand,” Cal went on. “Do you have any idea what they’d do to me if I showed up without you?” He gave a short, barking laugh. “Goddess, what Hunter did to me that night was child’s play compared to what they would do.” He looked at me then, his eyes glittering eerily. He looked belovedly familiar and yet horribly different. “You don’t want them to hurt me, do you? You don’t know what they could do to me. . . .”

I closed my eyes again, trying to shut him out. Cal had always been so in control.To see him this way was sickening, and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I swallowed and tried to go deep inside myself, deep to where the power was. Bree, please, I’m sorry, I thought. Help. Help me. Save me. Selene is going to kill me.

“Stop that!” Cal suddenly shouted, leaning over and shaking my shoulder hard.

I gasped, opening my eyes. He glared at me in fury.

“Stop that! You don’t contact anyone! Anyone! Do you hear me?” His angry voice swelled in the car’s interior, filling my ears and making my head hurt. One hand shook me until my teeth rattled, and I clenched my jaws together. I felt the car making big swerves on the road and prayed to the Goddess to protect me.

“Don’t you wreck this car,” I said, unclenching my lips enough to speak.

Abruptly he let go of me, and I saw the glare of headlights coming at us and then the long, low blare of a truck horn blowing. It swept past us as I drew in a frightened breath.

“Shit!” Cal said, jerking the steering wheel to the right. Another horn blared as a black car screeched to a halt just before ramming my side. I started to shake, slumped against my door, so afraid, I could hardly think.

You, afraid? part of me scoffed. You’re the Woodbane princess of Belwicket.You could crush Cal with the power in your little finger. You have the Riordan strength, the Belwicket history. Now, save yourself. Do it!

Okay, I could do this, I told myself. I was a kick-ass power conduit. Letting my eyes float closed again, trying not to think about the chaos raging around me, I let the music come to me, the timeless music that magick sent.
An di allaigh an di aigh,
I thought, hearing the tune come to me as if borne on a breeze across clover-covered hills.

An di allaigh an di ne ullah.
Was that my voice, singing in a pure ribbon of glorious sound that only I could hear? My fingers tingled, as if coming awake.
An di ullah be nith rah.
I drew in a deep, shuddering breath, feeling my muscles twitch, my toes curl. I am breaking this binding spell, I thought. I am smashing it. I am tearing it like wet tissue.
Cair di na ulla nith rah, Cair feal ti theo nith rah, An di allaigh an di aigh.

I was myself. I had done it. I stayed exactly where I was, opening my eyes and gazing around. With a flare of alarm I recognized the tall hedges that surrounded Cal’s property. He swung Das Boot into a side road, skidding a bit, and we began to crunch on icy gravel.

Bree, Sky, Hunter, Robbie, anyone, I thought, feeling my radiating power. Alyce, David, any witch, can you hear me?

The side road to Cal’s driveway was long, with tall, overhanging trees. It was pitch-black except where moonlight glistened off snow. The dashboard clock said six-thirty. My family was sitting down to eat. At the thought I felt a surge of anger so strong it was hard for me to hide it. I couldn’t accept the possibility that I might never see them again, Mom, Dad, Mary K., Dagda. I would escape. I would get out of this. I was very powerful.

“Cal, you’re right,” I said, making my voice sound weak. I couldn’t even feel the effects of the binding spell anymore, and a surge of hope flamed in my chest. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t realize how important this was to you. Of course I’ll go talk to your mom.”

He turned the wheel and paused, reaching out his left hand and pointing it ahead of him. I heard the metallic rumbling of heavy gates, heard them swing on hinges and clunk open with a bang.

Then, as if he had finally heard me, Cal looked over. “What?” He stepped on the gas, and we rolled through the gate. Ahead of me was a dark roofline, and I realized we were in the backyard, and the building in front of me was the little pool house.Where Cal had his
seòmar.

“I said, I’m sorry,” I repeated. “You’re right. You’re my
mùirn beatha dàn
, and I should trust you. I do trust you. I just—felt unsure. Everyone keeps telling me something different, and I got confused. I’m sorry.”

Das Boot rolled slowly to a halt, ten feet from the pool house. It was dark, with the car’s one headlight shining sadly on the dead brown ivy covering the building.

Cal turned off the engine, leaving the keys in the ignition. He kept his eyes on me, where I leaned awkwardly against the door. It was all I could do to keep my hand from grasping the door handle, popping the door, and running with all my might.What spell could I put on Cal to slow him down? I didn’t know any. Suddenly I remembered how his pentacle had burned at my throat when I used Maeve’s tools. I’d felt better without it on. Was it spelled? Had I been wearing a spell charm all this time? I wouldn’t doubt it at this point.

With agonizingly slow movement, I slipped my right hand down into my pocket and pulled out Cal’s pentacle. He hadn’t noticed I wasn’t wearing it yet, and I let it slip from my fingers to the floor of the car.As soon as it left my hand, my head felt clearer, sharper, and I had more energy. Oh, Goddess, I was right.The pentacle had been spelled all this time.

“What are you saying?” Cal said, and I blinked.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, making my voice a little stronger. “This is all new to me. It’s all confusing. But I’ve been thinking about what you said, and you’re right. I should trust you.”

His eyes narrowed, and he took hold of my hand. “Come on,” he said, opening his door. His grip on my hand was crushing, and I dismissed the possibility that I could slip out suddenly and run. Instead he pulled me out the driver’s-side door and helped me stand. I pretended to be weaker than I was and leaned against him.

“Oh, Cal,” I breathed. “How did we get into such a fight? I don’t want to fight with you.” I made my voice soft and sweet, the way Bree did when she talked to guys, and I leaned against Cal’s chest. Seeing the mixture of hope and suspicion cross his face was painful. Suddenly I pushed hard against him, shoving with every bit of strength in my arms, and he staggered backward. I raised my right hand and shot a spitting, crackling bolt of blue witch fire at him, and this time I didn’t hold anything back. It blasted Cal right in the chest, and he cried out and sank to his knees. I was already running, my boots pounding heavily toward the metal gates that were swinging closed.

The next thing I knew my knees had crumpled and I was falling in slow motion to land heavily, face-first, on the icy gravel.The breath left my lungs in a painful whoosh, and then Cal stood over me, cradling one arm against his chest, his face a mask of rage.

I tried to roll quickly to shoot witch fire again, the only defensive weapon I knew, but he put his boot on my side and pressed down, pinning me to the cold ground. Then he grabbed one of my arms, hauled me to my feet, and squeezed the back of my neck, muttering another spell. I screamed, “Help! Help! Someone help me!” but of course no one came.Then I sagged, a deadweight.

“
An di allaigh
,” I began in a choking voice as Cal hauled me toward the pool house. I knew where we were going, and I absolutely did not want to go there.

“Shut up!” Cal said, shaking me, and he pushed open the changing room door. Bizarrely, he added, “I know you’re upset, but it will all be okay. Everything will be all right soon.”

Reaching out, I grasped the door frame, but my limp fingers brushed it harmlessly. I tried to drag my feet, to be an awkward burden, but Cal was furious and afraid, and this fed his strength. Inside we lurched through the powder room, and Cal let me slump to the floor while he unlocked the closet door. I was trying to crawl away when he opened the door to his
seòmar
, and I felt the darkness come out of it toward me, like a shadow eager to embrace.

Goddess, I thought desperately. Goddess, help me.

Then Cal was dragging me by my feet into his room.With my magesight I saw that it had been cleared of everything, everything I could have used for a weapon, everything I could have used to make magick. It was bare, no furniture, no candles, only thousands and thousands of dark spells written on the walls, the ceiling, the floor. He’d prepared my prison in advance. He’d known this would happen. I wanted to gag.

Panting, Cal dropped my feet. He hovered over me, then narrowed his eyes and grabbed at the neck of my shirt. I tried to pull away, but it was too late.

“You took off my charm,” he said, sounding amazed. “You don’t love me at all.”

“You don’t know what love is,” I croaked, feeling ill. I raised my hands over my eyes and clumsily brushed my hair out of the way.

For a moment I thought he was going to kick me, but he didn’t, just looked down at me with the devastating face that I had adored.

“You should have trusted me,” he said, sweat running down his face, his breathing harsh.

“You shouldn’t have lied to me,” I countered angrily, trying to sit up.

“Tell me where the tools are,” he demanded. “The Belwicket tools.”

“Screw you!”

“You tell me! You should never have bound them to you! How arrogant! Now we’ll have to rip them away from you, and that will hurt. But first you tell me where they are—I didn’t feel them in the car.”

I stared at him stonily, trying to rise to my feet.

“Tell me!” he shouted, looming over me.

“Bite me,” I offered.

Cal’s golden eyes gleamed with hurt and fury, and he shot out his hand at me. A cloudy ball of darkness shot right at me, hitting my head, and I crashed headlong to the floor, sinking into a nightmarish unconsciousness, remembering only his eyes.