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use force to get her to have sex with him.
    “That prick,” said Bree. “You should put some awful spell on him. Give him Robbie’s old acne.” In October, in a fit of experimentation, I’d made a magick potion to clear up the terrible acne that had marred Robbie’s looks for years. It had had some unexpected side effects, like correcting his bad vision so that he no longer needed his Coke-bottle glasses. Without the glasses and the acne, he turned out to be startlingly good-looking.
    I laughed. “Now, you know we’re not supposed to do things like that.”
    “Oh, like that would stop you,” she said, and I laughed some more. It was true that I had either bent or flat-out broken quite a few of the unwritten Wiccan guidelines for responsible use of magick since I had first discovered my powers. But I was trying to be good.
    “Speaking of Robbie,” I said leadingly, raising my eyebrows.
    Bree looked down at her plate. “Oh, Robbie,” she said vaguely.
    “Are you going to break his heart?” My voice was light, but we both knew I was serious.
    “I hope not,” she said, and tapped her finger against her plate. “I don’t want to. The thing is—he’s just throwing himself at me, heart, soul, and body.”
    “And the body you want,” I guessed.
    “The body I’m dying for,” she admitted.
    “You don’t want anything else from him?” I said. “You know Robbie’s a really good guy. He’d be a great boyfriend.”
    Bree groaned and dropped her face onto her hands. “How can you tell? We’ve known him since we were babies! I know him too well. He’s like a pal, a brother.”
    “Except you want to jump him.”
    “Yeah. I mean, he’s gorgeous. He’s . . . fabulous. He makes me crazy.”
    “I don’t believe it’s only physical,” I said. “He wouldn’t tie you up in knots if there weren’t some emotion going on, too.”
    “I know, I know,” Bree muttered. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had this problem before. Usually I know exactly what I want and how to get it.”
    “Well, good luck,” I said, sighing. “So, relationships are heating up all over,” I added. “Raven and Sky, Jenna and Simon . . .”
    “Yeah,” Bree said, cheering up. “Sky and Raven are freaking me out. I mean, Raven’s a boyfriend machine.”
    “Maybe what she was looking for all along was a girl,” I said, and we made dorky oh-my-gosh faces at each other.
    “Could be. And you think Jenna and Simon?” Bree asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
    “I think so. They seem to be interested in each other,” I reported. “I hope they do get together. Jenna deserves to be happy after Matt was such an ass to her.” I stopped suddenly, remembering that Raven had tried to nail Matt primarily to get him to join her coven—the coven that Bree had also been a member of. The old Kithic.
    For a moment Bree looked uncomfortable, as if she too were mulling over the convoluted events of the last month. “Everything changes, all the time,” she finally said.
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Anyway,” Bree said, “what’s with you and Hunter?”
    I choked on my coffee and spent the next minute coughing gracelessly while Bree arched her perfect eyebrows at me.
    “Uh,” I finally said hoarsely. “Uh. I don’t know, really.”
    She looked at me, and I shifted in my seat.
    “It just seems that you guys set off sparks when you’re together.”
    “Sometimes,” I admitted.
    “Do you still love Cal?”
    Just hearing his name, especially spoken by Bree, made me wince. Bree had thought she was in love with him. They had slept together before Cal and I started going out, which, as I saw it now, Cal had done partly to drive a wedge between Bree and me so that I’d be all the more dependent on him. I still found it hard to stomach the fact that Cal and Bree had had sex, and he and I hadn’t, despite how much I had loved him and thought he loved me.
    “He tried to kill me,” I said faintly, feeling like the coffee shop was too