Blood Witch_ Book Three - Cate Tiernan [18]
My senses prickled, and I glanced across to see Bree’s dark eyes on me. I was startled by their intense expression, and then we both blinked and it was gone. She turned away, and I was unsure if I had imagined it or not. I felt unsettled. Cal had said there was no dark side to Wicca. But aren’t two sides of a circle opposite each other? And if one side was good, what was the other? I had disliked Sky as soon as I had met her. What was Bree doing with her?
The bell rang for first period. I felt sour, as if I shouldn’t be there—and thought enviously of Dagda at home, wreaking feline havoc.
During American lit it started to drizzle outside: a depressing, steady stream that was trying hard to turn into sleet but not quite making it. My eyelids felt heavy. I hadn’t even had time for a Diet Coke yet. I pictured my bed at home and for just a moment considered getting Cal, skipping out, and going home to be alone with him. We could lie in my bed, reading Maeve’s BOS and talking about magick. . . .
Major temptation. By lunchtime I was really torn, even though I never skipped school. Only the knowledge that my mom sometimes popped home in the middle of the day prevented me from bringing up the idea to Cal when I saw him.
“You bought lunch?” he asked, eyeing my tray as I slid it onto our lunch table. He met my eyes. As clear as the rainfall, I heard the words I missed you this morning inside my head.
I smiled and nodded, sitting down across from him, next to Sharon. “I overslept, so I didn’t have time to make anything at home.”
“Hey, Morgan,” Jenna said, brushing her wheat-colored hair over her shoulder. “You know what I’ve been thinking about? Those words you said the other night. They were so amazing. I still can’t get them out of my mind.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, it’s funny. I don’t know where they came from,” I said, popping the top off my soda. “I haven’t had time to research it, either. At the time I thought it felt like a spell, calling power to me. But I don’t know. The words sounded really old.”
Sharon smiled tentatively. “It was kind of creepy, to tell you the truth,” she murmured. She opened her container of soup and took out a crusty roll. “I mean, it was beautiful, but it’s weird to have words you don’t even know coming out of your mouth.”
I looked up at Cal. “Did you recognize them?”
He shook his head. “Uh-uh. But later I thought about it, and I felt like I had heard them before. I wish I had taped our circle. I could play it for Mom and see if she knew what it was.”
“Cool, you’re speaking in tongues,” Ethan joked. “Like that girl in The Exorcist.”
I pursed my lips. “Great,” I said, and Robbie laughed.
Cal shot me an amused glance. “Want some?” he asked, handing me a slice of his apple.
Without thinking, I took a bite. It was astonishingly delicious. I looked at it: it was just an apple slice. But it was tart and sweet, bursting with juice.
“This is a great apple,” I said, amazed. “It’s perfect. It’s the über-apple.”
“Apples are very symbolic,” said Cal. “Especially of the Goddess. Look.” He took his pocketknife and cut his apple again—but across the middle instead of top to bottom. He held up a piece. “A pentacle,” he said pointing to the pattern made from the seeds. It was a five-pointed star within the circle of the apple’s skin.
“Whoa,” I said.
“Awesome,” said Matt. Jenna glanced at him, but he didn’t meet her eye.
“Everything means something,” said Cal lightly, taking a bite of the apple. I looked up at him sharply, reminded of what had happened yesterday in church.
Across the lunchroom I saw Bree sitting with Raven, Lin Green, Chip Newton, and Beth Nielson. I wondered if Bree was enjoying hanging out with her new crowd . . . people she had once referred to as stoners, wastoids. Her old crowd—Nell Norton, Alessandra Spotford, Justin Bartlett, and Suzanne Herbert—were sitting at a table near the windows. They probably thought Bree was crazy.
“I wonder how their coven’s circle went on