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in her hands—how else could these new marks be explained? And she was positive she’d actually been reading the book. She felt different. A strange energy surged through her veins. It felt like strength, like capability. Like power.
    Cassie woke up the next morning to find her mother pulling open the curtains in her room, filling it with bright sunlight. “You were really in a deep sleep,” her mother said. “You snored right through your alarm.”
    Cassie glanced down at her burned hands and hid them beneath the bedspread.
    â€œYour friends came by about an hour ago,” her mother continued. “But I sent them home.”
    Cassie sat up and tried to get her bearings. “You sent them home? We were supposed to have a Circle meeting.”
    â€œYou seemed to need your rest more.” Her motherpatted Cassie aside and sat next to her. “I went ahead and told your friends about the secret room in the basement. And I already spoke to Faye’s mother and Laurel’s guardians about letting them spend their nights here. Everything’s all set. That’s one less thing for you to worry about.”
    Cassie’s mouth was dry and her mind was still groggy, but she was awake enough to understand that her mother was supporting her in a whole new way. She had basically sat in on Cassie’s Circle meeting for her and single-handedly accomplished everything on the agenda. Her mother, the same woman who had refused to even utter the word witchcraft one year earlier. “And another thing,” her mom said. “You and your friends are going to the spring dance. It’s been decided.”
    For a second Cassie thought she might be dreaming again, but then she noticed her mother’s sly smile. “Really,” Cassie said. “The Circle decided that. And I’m sure you played no part in convincing them.”
    â€œGuilty as charged.” Her mother raised up her hands, defenseless. “I think you all deserve a break. And it’ll be a good reminder that you’re in high school—these are supposed to be the best years of your life.”
    True, Cassie thought. She was in high school, butshe also had people’s lives in her hands. Not to mention her own.
    â€œAre you hungry?” her mother asked, changing the subject before Cassie could protest the dance. “You must be, it’s already lunchtime. I’ll fix us something to eat.”
    She was already through the door headed for the kitchen when Cassie called out to her. “Mom—thank you.” Cassie knew just how lucky she was, not only to have a mother—unlike most of her friends—but to have her mother.
    â€œMmhmm,” her mother replied modestly, like it was nothing at all.
    Cassie let her head drop back onto her pillow. Her mind immediately began to spin. She needed to tell Adam about the dream she had had last night, if it had been a dream at all. Even now, as exhausted as she felt, Cassie had the urge to grab the book and search its pages for anything resembling the witch-hunter curse.
    Cassie reached for her cell phone to quickly text Adam: What are you up to? Can you come over?
    He instantly wrote back: Can’t. Taking Grandma to doctor, remember? But I’ll see you tonight.
    That’s right. She knew Adam was busy today, but they’d made plans to have the evening to themselves.Where was her head? The restless night had left her brain foggy and confused.
    A night alone with Adam was exactly what Cassie needed. In addition to everything about the book and the dream, there was something even more overwhelming weighing on Cassie’s mind: She had to talk to Adam about the cord she’d seen connecting Adam to Scarlett on the night Scarlett left town. Whether or not Adam had seen it, and whether or not talking about it would be like throwing a hammer through the glass window of their relationship, it had to be addressed tonight. There could be no